I sauntered into work one day this week feeling, well, not up to working standards. I was tired, grumpy, a little under the weather and the last thing I thought I could handle was close to 30 children, running around on a Monday night - not to mention a Monday night following a Halloween weekend. One by one each of my kids walked into the gym visibly more energetic than the week prior, and I cringed slightly, thinking the night would take a bit more enthusiasm on my part than I was up to giving.
During my first class, one of my extremely talented and sweet kids, Julia was bouncing across the trampoline, her toes perfectly points, legs perfectly straight yet for whatever reason she would not stop giggling. Turn after turn she would step up to the trampoline, with the biggest grin across her face, a grin only an eight year old could make look so innocent, and she would bounce, bounce, giggle, bounce, bounce, giggle, creating a repetitive pattern that sort of started to rub me the wrong way. I started to get frustrated. She wasn't paying attention. She was clearly too preoccupied on something other than staying safe on the trampoline.
I like to continually think it's the simple things in my life, or in anybody's life, that always create the happiest and most memorable of moments. The moments you cherish for as long as long as you live and the moments you reflect back on when you're needing a little inspiration, a pick me up or a reason to feel thankful for the incredible things that have blessed your personal journey in life.
Finally I asked her what could possibly be so funny. Julia jumped up into the air performing yet another perfect jump. And in between her bounces excitedly blurted out: "Today was the best day ever! My friend and I? Well we found 10 whole feathers." I looked down and tried to hide the ginormous grin on my face. You're so right Julia. That day really was the best day ever.
And speaking of best days (and because I always like to include a photo with my posts) here is a candid photo my neighbor took of Apb and I as we walked back to our wedding venue between the ceremony and reception. We had only been married about 30 minutes by this point. But obviously, they were the some of the most perfect 30 minutes of my life. And guess what the best part is? My hair doesn't even seem that bad after all. Have a fabulous weekend my loves xo