Sunny Days

I've never seen as much joy in any person as I see in 10 year old Matt while we jump on the trampoline.

His patience is as boundless as his energy as I rest every few minutes because of this terrible, awful, no good, cold.

During our rest times, we lay on the trampoline in the warm fall sunshine and I tickle his feet. 

With an "Up we go!" from Matt, we're back bouncing and giggling.

{Perspective} 

Nothing in the world seems nearly as important as his happiness and sweet giggles.

And the truth is, nothing could be.

[I was made for sunny days]