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Joy: Spontaneity

The kids insisted on setting up the hammock on this beautiful afternoon. I couldn’t resist snapping a pic or two because they were so happy and cute…

…for about 5 minutes, until they started squooshing and kicking and annoying each other and running in yelling tattles about each other and leaving allllllll their stuff out in the hammock for my husband to clean up later.

So, despite the above photographic evidence to the contrary, what actually brought me joy today was eating chocolate fondue with fruit. Until my daughter drooled choco-drool over the fruit platter. But still. Until then, very joyful.

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Joy: Au natural

It doesn’t always happen, but today’s family nature walk was highly successful. Translation: during the gorgeous weather, my family (check) drove to a spot where nature is (check) and everyone walked (check). Boom. 100%. It was closer to 67% success for a while there when our 3-year-old, who is notorious for being highly energetic and independent EXCEPT whilst hiking, started bawling about wanting to be carried back.

Instead, we made her walk and distracted her with about 1400 verses of “Down by the Bay.”

(Maybe carrying her would’ve been less painful for everyone than the broken-recordness of that song. Dah well. We’re building character here, which always involves suffering at some level, right? Right.) It was, in all honesty, a perfectly lovely outing on a perfectly lovely day.

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Joy: Celerie Kemble

This afternoon my children were either napping or out of the house. (I’m hoping that the one at school wasn’t napping as well…classtime power naps don’t start until junior high, right?) (Not that I would know, of course.) (*cough*)

The laundry needed doing, dinner needed prepping, my body needed exercising, every square inch of ye ole household needed dusting (at the very least). And yet what I chose to do was make myself some chocolate pudding and curl up on the couch to peruse my beloved Celerie Kemble interiors book.

Sometimes my joy is very short-sighted. And I’m okay with that. Because, honestly? Chocolate pudding will exist in heaven. There’s no doubt in my mind.

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