I know we talked about joy the other day, but… I want to talk about it again.
At the State Fair yesterday, a woman with two kids sat down next to me on the curb, waiting for the parade to begin. The son was about 8 or so, the daughter was maybe 3. She was adorable with bright blonde hair that curled around her face and the back of her neck. She also had quite a dirty face – a combination of what looked like chocolate and something berry-ish. The berry stain had found a home on the front of her shirt as well.
The most interesting thing about this little girl was the fact that she was completely suffused with joy. Everything about the parade was fascinating to her. She couldn’t sit down, swaying and dancing as each band went by. She ooh’ed and aaah’ed over the stilt walkers, the art cars, the waving princesses and especially the big bovines. As each attraction reached us, she would turn to her mother, her face alight with pleasure, pointing out this newest discovery.
No matter how you measure it, nobody enjoyed the fair more yesterday than this toddler.
When was the last time you got dirty (and enjoyed the process)?