Dear Diary: Finding Joy
- Della
- Aug 8
- 1 min read
Updated: Sep 2
Dear Diary,
Finding joy, pure joy.
Joy is hearing the screams of excitement from my two girls as they hear the bells of the ice truck blasting from outside our home
Joy is pulling shorts on the half naked three year old as we scramble as quickly as possible to get outside
Joy is stumbling over the dog and laughing as we open the garage door
Joy is realizing the ice cream truck is now the next street over and we have to sprint screaming WAIT to get to it
Joy is the feeling of deja vu as I see the Tweety Bird ice cream bar and Rocket Bomb Pop labels peeling off the side of the truck
Joy is seeing my children's arms dripping sticky, melted popsicle on the sidewalk and imagining a sizzle as it hits the ground
Joy is slurping popsicles and laughing about how much fun that was as we walk back home
Joy is moments like these when I know I'm doing all right
Joy is knowing I have a family that is full of
Joy, pure joy.
Love,
Della
Reminded me of our recent camping trip when I heard the music and I ran inside the camper to tell my teens that dessert was on its way and if they wanted some they needed to come outside. They waited with me on the side of the road almost 20 minutes for the truck to make it around to our side. Pure joy and smiles while we ate our treats. Hard to come by with teens.