Pure Simple Joy

This past year it happened to be Saturday October 10th. No way. I looked out of the window first in disbelief, and then in sheer excitement. “IT SNOWED!” I shouted it through my house as I laughed, then I picked up Hannah and spun her around turning her look of confusion to a big smile. There was an entire eighth of an inch of snow on the ground, but it had blown and drifted into the creases of my patio chairs to what appeared in my exaggerative nature to be at least an inch deep. YESSSSS! I immediately sent my dad a text message to tell him the good news. He sent me back a picture of snow on his porch as well. The news was all over Facebook. It was impossible to wipe the smile off my face. 

In that moment nothing else mattered.

If only I could save that feeling in a jar and open it every morning. While I can’t do that, I am trying to focus on having pure simple joy; a joy that isn’t bound by age, possessions, a job title, or circumstance. Someday, I will look back on my life and if I wasn’t able to say that I had joy…what a regret that would be. I hope to share that joy with you through what I write and my photography on this blog.