Today I am thankful for the pure joy that I see on my daughter's face as she runs across the beach, legs racing, face illuminated by the sun as it sinks behind the tips of the hemlocks. I am thankful that at the age of almost-six, she finds joy in rolling in the sand, tiny grains sticking to her damp body. I know the sensation and it makes me cringe, yet she does this over and over, a huge smile on her face. I am thankful for a quiet place in the woods where she is free to frolic through the stream, water droplets soaking her dress, her looking at me questioningly to see if I am upset, and when I tell her it is okay, just take it off, her face lights up with joy. Although she is only almost-six, she has worries, stressors, adult things she shouldn't be thinking about, but does. And so these moments when she is simply a kid, simply enjoying moving her body because it just plain feels good, smiling because she is simply happy, are what make me happy, are what bring joy to my heart. I want her to have more of those, because the almost-six sounds pretty strange to me. Where did all the days with my little babe go? She is still my little babe, curled up in bed at night, but she is also a fast talking, smack talking, Uno player with her Dad. She can lay in bed and listen to me read for over an hour, then debate the end of the story with me. I am so thankful I was able to give birth to this little girl, almost-six years ago. I said my mantra and sent my prayers that were not prayers out to the universe, to someone, something, somewhere, to let me have a healthy happy little girl. And I got her, tantrums, attitude, frilly dresses, poetry maker, story creator, cat lover, chai drinker, perfect little babe.
I am so thankful. Happy Thursday. Look for the joy.