There’s something magical about being four years old.
You find wonder in so many places.
My grandson recently commented to his dad, when he was flushing the toilet, about the bubbles that were created as the water was swirled away. He called them life joys.
This weekend he was totally lost in the joy of movement when we passed a fountain. There was another gentleman there breakdancing and the two of them engaged in a sort of exuberant ballet. There was so much joy in those few moments.
From now on, when I see bubbles I’ll be reminded of life’s joys. And, I will be reminded to look for them in unexpected places!
