It started with a photograph taken of my sister and me last week.
She’s four years older, but in the picture she looks four years younger.
And it sure looks like I’m wearing one face full of stress.
So it got me wondering over breakfast if I might need a joy make over.
But looking at my watch, I left pondering there on my plate so I could quickly catch up with my grandkids at the kiddie parade in town.
Grabbing Mom’s old red, white and blue ribboned hat, I soon found my little Gang of Four.
The youngest immediately commandeered the old hat, and now was dressed with a smile.
He could share his sister’s bliss who was already twirling in her red dress for the event, admiring the blue sky overhead.
And an older brother, equally proud, was excitedly showing off a carefully selected blue t-shirt and red socks for the occasion.
We began to walk hand in hand with all the other children and dogs. Our chaperones were Uncle Sam, Betsy Ross, Mickey, and Minnie.
We waved our balloons in the air and flags at the smiling townspeople on their front steps. And they waived back.
My tiny joy filled companions then greeted all with a high pitched “Happy Fourth of July!”
The kids were thrilled with each special greeting received in return.
The smiles continued as they munched red, white and blue bread slathered with peanut butter and cherry jelly.
And the bomb pops and cupcakes made the day even sweeter.
Could it be that joy is just that simple?
When I got in the car, I glanced in the mirror.
I think I looked a little bit younger.
I do know for sure I was smiling a lot more.