I was outside with Landon (pouring sweat, might I add - I have no idea how that kid was running around as hard as he was) and he was a trip. He would run through the mulch and kick it all over the sidewalk, laughing just as hard as he could. I asked him what he was doing and he promptly responded that he was "making a mess in the mulch." No kidding. After he did this about thirteen-thousand times and after telling him to stop thirteen-thousand-and-one times (not very convincingly, moreso out of babysitter-duty, because honestly it wasn't that big of a deal - it took 30 seconds to sweep up), I said to him with a laugh, "Now, if mommy saw this would she be happy?" He looked up at me, smiling just as wide as he could with his bright red cheeks, and said in his little 2-year-old voice, "I'm happy!"
I could have melted right then and there. It's a shame how we lose that, just being happy running around in the yard on a sticky, 90-degree North Carolina evening. It's a shame how we grow up and we learn the bad in the world, that people are cruel and some days make you not want to get up in the morning. It's a shame that we get to a point where we stop saying "I'm happy" for no reason other than that we are truly, exquisitely happy.
We like people who are silly and laugh a lot and aren't too serious because in them we can still see the 2 year-old chasing his Corgi around the yard. They haven't lost that childlike joy, and I beg of you, try not to lose it either. Do your best to not let people break your soul when they break your heart. Don't let this world crush your spirit and surely don't stop being happy.
There's too much to live for - like catching lightning bugs and roly poly's, playing with racecars and farm animals, being obsessed with lawnmowers, and making messes in the mulch.
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