Joy

Giggle, giggle, BOING, squeak, smile, BOING. Baby dances in the jumper. Drool, drool, giggle BOING. Baby sees the cat. STOP. Look, reach, smile, giggle, BOING. Baby twirls around. Swing, coo, sqeak, giggle, BOING. Baby sees Momma cleaning bottles. Dadda cooking dinner. Squeal, giggle, BOING. Life is good.

I try to remember when I felt such joy as my little man in his jumper. When I was able to let go and let things be. The trees have burst with gold and green, the flowers are blooming, the air is warm. I bike to work and try to capture it, but I seem preoccupied with what I have to do when I get there and the fear of getting rear-ended by a distracted driver. I look outside and try to imagine it, but my mind wanders to the data I must analyze, the things I have to prepare for church on Sunday, the songs I want to be writing, crafts I want to be doing, life I wish I was living.

Wouldn't it be lovely to just hang in a jumper, take in the world with the eyes of a child, and let yourself dance, unencumbered. BOING.