Joy is not a constant.
It comes to us in moments,
often ordinary moments.
Sometimes we miss out on the bursts of joy
because we're too busy chasing down extraordinary moments.
I think she's right.
And right before my unseeing eyes,
ordinary moments wait,
ready to deliver extraordinary delight.
I just need to look.
Of course, sometimes that's easier than others...
I had the pleasure of experiencing the simple joys of little boys with my favorite little man this weekend. We had a rare and wonderful day filled with nothing but ordinary moments, together. And those moments brought extraordinary joy.
The family chickens are a great source of interest and entertainment. When it is time for them to free range, it takes a lot of patience to wait for them to come out. Then, everyone free ranges together…at least, that's what the boy would like to happen! The chickens, not so much.
The sandbox was as new delight, including sitting ON the turtle! Playing IN the turtle was great too; ahh, the exuberance of smashing little sand cupcakes over and over again. I was making the cakes, and since cameras and sand are incompatible, you'll just have to take my word for it. I. made. a. lot. of. cup. cakes.
It was an ordinary day,
it was an extraordinary day to remember.
There were sticks to be gathered,
smooth stones to be counted
and flowers to be smelled.
Laura Ingalls Wilder once said,
"I am beginning to learn that it is the sweet simple things in life which are the real ones after all."
I'm learning that too. And I believe it's the real things that bring true joy.
And, what is so rare as a day in June? Then if ever come perfect days…
ordinary days, joyful days.