For the past few weeks, I've been noticing something. My kids are getting heavier. And that means... when we dance around the living room floor to Adele's Rolling In the Deep, or Michael Franti's Hey, Hey, Hey... I can only hold one child.
That means... the other one is left sitting on the floor while his brother is swept up into Mommy's arms... twirling around like Cinderella and her prince. And I noticed that (for the most part)... my other little one left on the floor smiles away. Watching the joy that his brother is experiencing. And he is filled with joy too.
And I thought... I want to be like that.
I want to see someone else's joy and happiness and success and be so filled with joy for them that it makes my face glows in it's reflection. Wouldn't that be nice?
