When I was a child I liked to traipse around the house in the evening with my shirt hanging on my head as if it were long, long hair. I loved how it felt and daydreamed of having flowing locks. Of course the reality of having long hair wasn’t as cool as flipping my shirt this way and that way, much to my parent’s chagrin.
Tonight when I was getting Maggie ready for bed her shirt stuck on her head and she clearly enjoyed it being there. I loved seeing her flip her head one way or the other feeling the sleeves on her shoulders. It seems like I’ve had a few reminders lately like this that have made me stop and reflect on things that are simple, yet joyous.
We were walking around our neighborhood this morning and came across two little Pug puppies with their owner. It was such a delight, but moments before seeing their little smooshed faces I had been stomping along trying to hurry Sydney on the walk. After enjoying the little pups for a few minutes, we continued on our way and I felt myself smiling so huge remembering Syd as a pup.
It isn’t that I want to go back to my childhood or that I feel the need to add another puppy to our menagerie, but more that instead of stomping along through my day, I want to try to stride with a bit of spring in my step.
I’m going to go practice right now with my shirt firmly attached to my head and my tongue in cheek.
