But that's not very joyful. And that only happens after a really long day at the end of a really long week.
When I was younger and we went to amusement or theme parks, my mom would always sit out on any ride even remotely fast or scary. Basically, anything fun. I always thought that was weird. Then I had Sweet P and when she was a little over a year, I took her on a carousel. And I could NOT wait to get off the second it began spinning. I felt so sick. And so, I thought that not being able to handle fun rides must be a natural side effect to having kids and growing up.
Fast forward to Disney's California Adventure today. I rode the Screamin' something or other and the Tower of Terror AND the rocking ferris wheel. And I LOVED it! Woohoo! I'm not a fuddy dud (no offense, Mom--you still rock). So, discovering that not only can I still handle these rides, but that I still love them was today's Joyful Moment. And a little confession--we even took Little M on the Tower of Terror (Sweet P would have nothing to do with it) and looking down and seeing his huge grin as we dropped through the air was a fun Joyful Moment as well.
Wishing you all youthful Joyful Moments!