I know. Cliche, right? Reading that I find joy in fireworks on July 4th? But I never knew how much I enjoyed them until I couldn't. When my middle boy was a baby he positively freaked out whenever there were fireworks. The noise sent him crawling up my shoulder, frantically trying to get away. He'd cover his ears and wail. It was horrible. Especially since, as they grew, his little brother LOVED "Boom Booms." So my husband would take the kids (be it at Disney World or home for the 4th) to see the fireworks and I'd stay home or at the hotel with my precious son. He's finally over it. And I'm so looking forward to the fireworks tonight. Amazing bursts of joy! Happy 4th everyone!
A friend once told me that she tries to find joy in every day. But some weeks it's hard. A whole week without finding joy? That is so sad. I find joy in EVERY day. Or so I think. So I'm testing myself. I am challenging myself to find joy in every single day. Without fail. I will post joy every single day to prove it to myself, to inspire others. Just to see if I can do it. Small bits of joy. Large, monumental moments of joy. But joy is what you will find here.