This *is* what happiness looks like. Just imagine... you've finalized the process of a legally binding contract that improves your financial situation and removes all societal expectations from you (except maybe pooping out a kid or two). On top of that, everyone you know of any consequence has gathered to remind you that you're special, and they even pretend to like your garbage taste in music.
Plus, now you own the "legally recognized family of your own" trading card you can look at to soothe your mind whenever you're feeling like maybe you're not actually better than all your girlfriends. It's just the confidence boost you need to tide you over until you start banging a co-worker.