Do you remember what joy feels like?
I spent the weekend at the beach in a one-bedroom condo across the street from a perfect stretch of beach. My sister and her husband came down for the weekend, with my three-year-old niece.
If you ever forget what joy feels like, spend the weekend with a three year old. Dress her in a grass skirt and watch her run along the shoreline, kicking up water, laughing and giggling with the glee of the ages.
Three year olds are as tickled by the dead fiddler crab as she is the live hermit crabs. That kind of exuberance is contagious.
Three year olds don’t worry about how they look in their bathing suit.
They don’t worry about getting covered in sand. Although if you bury them in it, they may exclaim, “Daddy, that’s gwoss,” before shaking themselves free and galloping down the beach again.
If you’re lucky, they are as happy to take a long nap after a morning on the beach as you are. And you might find, if you wake up with a little hand holding yours, a little bit of their natural joy seeped from their hand to yours while you slept.
Question: What brings you joy?