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While working on an Instagram post in mid-April, I realized that I don’t simply talk about what brings me joy.
I talk a lot about what I am doing and how things affect me or even some bigger issues like mental health, foster care, or infertility. But talking about what brings me joy… Somehow I have skipped over this topic A LOT.
Like so many people, I get caught up in all the other things of my life and feeling like I have to share my BIG opinions one life’s major issues that I forget about the little every day things. I haven’t shared a recipe post with family memories in such a long time or even one of my poems, both things that bring me joy. Yes, these things bring me joy but they are not perhaps simple joys.
The picture in this post brings me joy. Every time I look at it my heart swells and a smile creeps across my face. It’s love, time and energy that went into creating the moments before I took the photo and the memory of how I felt that day and every day after when I saw the flowers.
These are the flowers some of the kiddos in my life picked from the yard knowing that I love wildflowers, buttercups specifically, and that it makes me sad when I have to mow the yard, and yes mow over the flowers. I have left out a watering can so the kiddos can pick the flowers before they get mowed, a task they seem to love and enjoy doing.
Following their flower picking, I get to enjoy the flowers every time I leave or enter the house, or even when I am just sitting for a moment on the porch watching the world go by. They make me smile. Now I get to enjoy the feeling from the picture as well.
Picking the flowers brings the kiddos joy. My heart is full from this picture ❤️💗❤️