narrated pictoral guide to joy. But before I plunge in to that, I have to share how joy got dumped all over me the other day! My darling girlfriend, Becky sent me this handmade necklace, the other day, out of the blue. (Many of you know her as the darling an talented, Farmgirl Paints.) Getting an unexpected gift in the mail blows you away and carries you on a cloud of joy the livelong day. (In case you didn't know that.) Doo-dah.
this arrived. Adrain and I don't get to go out by ourselves very often, and we had been really scrambling to make this night happen. Let me tell you something. Date night = Pure joy. This gift just about made me cry but I didn't want to mess up my mascara. (Side note- Messy mascara does not equal pure joy.) Adrain took me to my second favorite date spot. It's a local Inn, where they were having an outdoor BBQ on a gorgeous evening, ocean-side, complete with live music and dancing. (Which in my world means, people-watching-and-dangit-I-left-the-camera-at-home.) It was so refreshing and I chose joy. How could I not?
Lemonade Makin' way.
good quality kites. (Emphasis on good quality) Try not to think about previous kite mishaps.
favorite man. (Preferably your husband if you have one.) They really come in handy. I'll explain in a second.
sunny afternoon of the week.
doing nothing, while your husband runs back and forth between your hoodlums. (Told ya he'd come in handy.)
attempts the unknown on her own.
your man shows up when she lands in trouble and in need of stronger hands to help.
Heavenly Father jumps in to rescue you just as quickly has your man jumps in to help his babies.
master that thing, and make her kite soar.
this day was full of joy.
giant fake Orca. Tell your children to, "quit climbing on it, and stop getting so close to the edge of the dock," and for heaven's sake, "hold someone's hand," and "No! They can most certainly not jump on the tail," and for everyone's sanity, "would they please not walk into the road," and, "Ava, you can't pick the flowers because they're public property," and "Honey will you please tell that man trying to photograph our children that he can't?"
Now, go photograph a statue's butt.
(I'm sure I should apologize for that. But I'm not going to.)