Children made her happy. Although the day she was married was one of the happiest in her life, the day she had her first child was almost better in some ways because it was the final proof that they had created a whole new life together. He was tiny and beautiful and perfect, his little chest rose and fell with each breath and his eyes opened and moved. It had been such a wonder to see such a little guy come from their love, and then grow up to be a human being and then an adult, just like them. Her children were amazing, her special miracle, they kept her very happy, they were right up there, close to being number one of her favourite things. Most days they were, when they weren't causing trouble...
Cooking kept her content. She was all in favour of creating things, that's why she took it harder than most when someone or something died. She hated the thought of something going, never to live again, so she made sure she did more than her fair share of creating. She baked day in and day out, their family was never one to go out to a restaurant or a cafe for a bite to eat, (they couldn't afford to eat out anyway really) and the more people which she had to cook for only made her happier. She was like a mother hen really; she loved to look after everyone.
Music was something else she really loved, although not everyone exactly shared her chose of artist. While she knitted she listened to it though, free to listen and do what she liked since she did so much for everyone else all throughout the day otherwise.
She liked to be in control, she had to know everything.
She also liked to be right.
Walking out before dawn to collect the eggs from the hens.
Being able to buy a new robe or owl for the family and seeing their happy faces.
How well her sons were doing, how they had been given every chance and reason to fail in their lives, and yet they were all being successful.
Having a loan of a book, and then a nice relaxing day in which to read it in.
Hearing from her children when they were away from school, or going to pick them up after their months of being away from home.
A nice cup of tea when her husband came home from work.
Having a full house of happy relatives, when everyone got along.
Getting new members to the family...having those new members finally fit in and also feel finally welcome.
Being called Molly Wobbles.
These were a few of Mrs Weasley's favourite things.