I was looking through some photos and remembered that I gave one of my grandsons a pack of Mentos and a pop bottle. Need I say more? When that thing blows, it blows! It was great fun, we were all wet and giggly. I feel like that at times, not giggly. Well, yes, that, too, but I meant I sometimes feel so full of life that I just may explode.
Full of gratitude, of ideas, of love, of exuberance. Sometimes I just have to run with the goats or laugh uproariously or clean out the barn or hang upside down on a swing. I am popping with energy, grinning at nothing, singing out of key. Maybe it's a good thing I moved to the country.