Morning Joe ... Good for the Soul

I've had to deal with some unpleasant issues during the last week or so. It ain't over yet. A reminder, I suppose, that what goes up must come down. It's okay ... stuff happens that's unpleasant. To borrow a quote from my lyrical hero, Jimmy Buffett, "Breathe in. Breathe out. Move on." Thanks Jimmy.

So this morning after I took Max to school I came back to a cluttered house and some pretty impressive stacks of dirty laundry. But then there was this delighted squeal from the Exersaucer and I could've cared less about the laundry or the clutter. Joe's almost 6 months old now and he's ALWAYS happy. Yes, I know, it'll pass. So I sat down beside him and we played a mean game of Peek-a-boo. We rattled and bounced and reached and drooled and I gotta tell ya, it was nice just to "be." Looking at that toothless grinning baby boy lit me up. There's no great lesson here about the simplicity of childhood. I have no insight about happy babies. I just needed a few minutes to not have to worry about my next thought or conversation and I thoroughly enjoyed my morning Joe. 'Nuf said.

"A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure,
a messenger of peace and love,
a resting place for innocence on earth,
a link between angels and men."

- Martin Fraquhar Tupper