Those Were The Days...

At some point in my life, I'm going to look back with intense longing and wish that I could just exist in a time when everything was so good it almost seemed wrong that anyone could be so blessed.

Those days are now. 

I have had plenty of life-changing experiences and fond memories in my short 26 years on this earth and for the most part, things have been good.  I had an idyllic childhood, par-for-the-course dramatic teen years, college rebellion shortly followed by meeting my best friend in the world and making some incredibly cute babies with him. 

I still look back at pictures of our girls when they were wee babes and have sweet pangs of longing for the feeling of wonderment that is inherent in bringing another human being into this world.  But you know what?  Pretty much nothing tops what we've got going on right now.  The miracle of life has got nothing on how beautiful it is to see two little beings that you've incubated and subsequently given life to just absolutely rock this world.  I love leaving the house with those two, and really, it can just be a trip to the mailbox or the grocery store, but I can guarantee you that those two are going to touch someone else's life and it's going to be for the better. 

Every day, I see this.  And you have no idea how cool that is.  I want to be like my daughters.  I want people to be able to just look at me and find their day is a little brighter.  Unfortunately I am not three years old with a propensity to break into song/dance in public, nor do I single out perfect strangers and greet them like it's the greatest part of my day. 

The point is, I have people who do that for me.  Every day.  All day.  And I can't imagine that there is any greater goal than bringing joy and brightness into the life of every person you meet.  We could all learn something from those girls. 

I wouldn't suggest starting with song and dance, but a flippy skirt and a smile might do the trick.