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.
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]