Like when one of the 9-year olds I teach at church blurted out, "I didn't know you were pregnant!", right after I said something about the pregnancy. To which I replied, "Yes, I am. That's why my belly keeps getting bigger." Her response? "I haven't noticed your belly getting bigger", emphasized with her head shaking solemnly back and forth.
Her mother has trained her well.
And then there was the moment that Little M came running into the room wearing two of Sweet P's headbands and a pair of over sized sunglasses upside down and with quite a bit of jolly gusto blurted out something completely incomprehensible and then ran back to his sister's room.
And then the moment (I'm pretty sure this was the most Joyful of my Joyful Moments today) when Sweet P came over and snuggled quite affectionately in my lap--even though I was sitting right next to HH. This is very significant for two reasons: 1. She isn't really a snuggler. Never has been. Even as a newborn she pushed away for her own space. 2. She ALWAYS chooses HH over me when it comes to the rare moments like that.
And then finally, the moment when Little M came out wearing those same over sized sunglasses, still upside down, but this time on the back of his head. Just like his grandma, he says. But I wonder if she ever runs around wearing only the sunglasses, as he was. That kind of carefree attitude can't help but bring joy to my heart. From a 3-year old, at least. I'm not advocating nudity.
And on that note, here is wishing you all greater than sub par Joyful Moments.