Wednesday, November 30, 2011
HAPPY, HAPPY, SKIP. SKIP
Today was a quiet Sunday at home. I was just starting to simmer some meat for beef stew when I noticed that every time my granddaughter, Kaylee, went from one room to the next, she was skipping. This had not been such a good idea a little earlier in the day when she and the dog, Ursula, collided resulting in Ursula getting kicked by a knee right in her mouth, and the granddaughter crumpling to the floor with grand theatrical wails about the tooth puncture that was now in her knee. Fortunately, after applying an ice pack to the knee, all was well very soon and the skipping began again.
My granddaughter's jubilant skipping made me reflect on my own moments of joy and wondering when the last time was that I was that happy and carefree that it could manifest itself in skipping. I decided that it was last February when I met Custard for a road trip. I flew up north and he met me at the airport. It was a great reunion because we hadn't seen each other in a long time. After the hugs and kisses, we started walking hand in hand to the baggage claim area. I had to stop for just a moment, and jump up and down a couple of times while clapping, all the while grinning ear to ear. I was so very happy at that exact moment. My joyous display made him laugh. We had a lot of good laughs on that trip and I cherish every memory.
Can you recall the last time you felt so happy that you just wanted to skip or jump up and down?