My kids often make me wonder why we as adults do not find joy in the journey. They find joy in the simple things of life. Joy in watching a bug or a butterfly or skipping down the sidewalk. They find joy in a package of socks given to them by their Nanny. Joy...........such a wonderful thing. They don't hold back when showing their joy......they let it float free without reservation. Their laughter floating up like a melody on the wind. Their giggles sweet and pure and full of life..........such a blessing and a lesson.
Jenny even found joy in folding her new socks together all by herself.
A Short Review of a Netflix Disappointment
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My daughter and I both recently finished reading *All the Light We Cannot
See* by Anthony Doerr, and we both loved it. She was reading it for school
an...
3 months ago
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