I’ve never really experienced the feeling of being truly overjoyed. I know I’ve definitely had peak moments with other emotions in different circumstances, but joy.. joy is rare gold. You’ve got your happy, and glad, excited and proud, but those are relatively low hanging fruit on the Love tree by comparison. It’s only up high in the rarefied air that joy blooms. What’s so fantastic about it is that you can never get too much of it. This week Mia graduated from Pre-School. All week long I’ve been scrolling through the mental happy snaps that I’ve stored over the last three years. All the accomplishments she’s had, all the friendships she made. All the dancing and sports she enjoys. Her social and physical growth and so much more.. She’s at the stage where she’s a big girl, but still retains all of the unadulterated innocence that brims over in littler kids.. The kind of unbridled exuberance that keeps her in the pool for hours pretending she’s a Mermaid. The seemingly endless energy that she and Penna share as they flutter around the backyard pretending to be Fairies looking for their lost Unicorn. As Father’s Day approaches, I know it’s only a matter of time before she’s no longer interested in putting on her Princess dresses after school, and I know the Mermaid tail flop will give way to the Freestyle kick, but until they do, I’m gonna tail flop and Unicorn hunt with her as much as I possibly can because in doing so, I am truly overjoyed. So much so in fact, I’m changing my thinking, from now on I will be mindful that every day is Father’s Day with my kids…
Post Script: I also have to thank my amazing wife on Father’s Day. For without her, I would never know this amazing high.
*photo by James Stenson