Spontaneous Moments of Joy

Last night as Nox and I were locked in a competitive tickle battle for the ages, I contemplated moments of spontaneous joy. Well, actually I was fighting for my over ticklish feet, but I thought about it later.

And for some reason it uncovered one of my favorite childhood memories which was gathering dust:

My mother and I were going to plant a garden on the side of my house. This was when my mother was in her gardening phase. I think we had around seven on our half acre property. Anyway, I was helping since even at eight I loved mud

It was probably a bad idea because storm clouds were gathering, but my mother is extremely impulsive and so out we went. Sure enough just as we got the soil good and tilled, the sky opened up. I thought this was the most hilarious thing in the world and started building mud piles. My mom actually joined in. We built an entire flooded town with rivers and buildings with stick flags.

It's all too easy to complain about my mother. We're very different people and sometimes it seems like we speak a different language. Remembering those moments reminds me why I love her beyond the obvious 'she's your mother, idiot'.

The point being that even in the midst of pressure from work ( AND STILL MORE WAITING HOLY FLYING FUCKNUGGET), it's better to let go and enjoy the people in our lives who want to tickle our feet until we scream.

Or something.

Catch you on the flipside,
CGL