Catching Joy

Day one hundred fifty four: My child gives me pure joy. I know you moms understand. She smiles and I melt. She tilts her head just so and I want to squeeze her. She lays next to (or on) Halie or hugs Truck and I run for the camera...always too late. She walks up to me with her lower lip poked out and her chin tilted at me and says "ki" (kiss), she walks behind me and hugs my neck tight and doesn't let go, she walks in the room wrapped in her towel with her wet head after bathtime and snuggles into my arms. I cannot get enough of this kid.

Yesterday, we made a QUICK run to Walmart for last minute dinner fixins. She sat in the cart while I zoomed around the store at the speed of light....kinda. She loved it. She giggled and bounced and squeeled and beamed at me. As a result, I got silly; her reaction is so worth it. I ran through the parking lot, I made loud zooming sounds as we rounded corners and zigzaged through aisles, I pushed the cart away and hopped back to it/her. It was fun.

I really enjoy how making her happy makes me care less what the people around me think. I don't have time to be embarrassed...and even when I to feel it a little, I care a whole lot less. I kinda figure most of them understand and those that don't, well they don't get it. Oh well. I certainly don't care enough to stop. We are having fun. She is smiling. I am smiling. Happy.

Thank you, God, for this precious girl and the lessons I learn being her momma. Thank you for the joy she experiences so freely and that it is catching. I think I'm living more these days. Thank you for making this possible.

What's this about? I decided on my birthday to make a commitment to being intentionally thankful. I challenged myself to post one thing I am thankful for everyday this year.