We made it to the beach today. That alone was a Joyful Moment because we've missed the beach so much ever since we left New England. But standing on the balcony watching Sweet P play in the surf completely overshadowed that Joyful Moment.
She was running in and out, crouching down and almost getting knocked over, and dragging around the longest strands of seaweed I've ever seen. Little M and her cousins were there playing as well and she played and interacted with them some, but for the most part, she was so happy to just do her own thing. Seriously, she was having the time of her life out there. I have no idea what she was doing, but she was loving every minute of it. And watching her in all of her contentment and confidence was so fun and Joyful.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments while marching to the beat of your very own drummer!