I am married to a very good-natured, even-tempered man. He’s always “fine.” Unlike me, who can turn grumpy on a dime, the most I’ve heard him complain about is that his 80-year old body doesn’t move as well as it did, in spite of his rigorous exercise regime. He is as steady as they come.
Peter was a professor for over thirty years, and the only time(s) he ever appeared annoyed with me was when I interrupted him while he was grading exams. Grading was about the only thing that put him in a bad mood.
The other day, his smile was especially bright. On that day I had had some good news, and I was pretty excited. I asked him why he was in such a good mood. He replied, “It makes me happy to see you happy.”
And he meant it.