Tonight while shopping with Baby B for a mammoth amount of groceries, I saw a cute young couple. They were shopping hand-in-hand while holding only a basket to place their small amount of groceries in. They were cute, obviously in love, and both looked like they've had a chance to wash their hair at least once within the last three days.
But you know what? My Joyful Moment came in realizing that I wasn't jealous--even though I was skipping out on an event I probably should have attended simply because I couldn't pass up the opportunity to get the weekly shopping trip done with only Baby B in tow, my cart was already 3/4 of the way full with a baby carrier (don't know why on earth I didn't use the Moby wrap this time), my reusable bags, and my gargantuan diaper bag. And I can't remember the last time I washed my hair--partly because it's been a few days and partly because my short term memory just ain't all that good these days.
I was happy for this cute young couple in their blissful togetherness shopping. But I wouldn't go back to those days simply because I absolutely love what I have now. I mean that. I really do.
Take later tonight for example. I was putting the clean dishes away while playing peek-a-boo with a freshly washed Baby B. His adorable giggles filled the air with heavenly Joyful Moments. That's the most fun anyone could possibly have emptying the dishwasher. Then he started yawning, so I scooped him up, carried him to the bedroom--enjoying his fuzzy furry head all the way, laid him down in bed, and then walked away. And never heard another peep from him.
Yeah. I'm happy as a turtle. (Who can name the movie?!)
Wishing you all Joyful Moments in living the kind of life that would make you jealous, except that it's already yours!