When Sparky opens the front door at night, coming home from a long day at work, Isla flings herself into his arms, shrieking, “Daddyyyyyy!” She is joy personified.
It is beautiful and real.
Some nights I want to do the exact same thing. *
But I rarely do.
I either keep doing the washing up, continue tidying the bathroom or greet Sparky at the door with a weary, thin-lipped smile (you know the one) and a peck on the lips.
Why don’t we express those real, enormous, explosive feelings? Why is that only the domain of children, footballers or the cast of Glee?
This weekend, keep a close eye on your feelings. If you find yourself clamping down your joy, or pretending you don’t want to fling yourself into the arms of your loved one – let it go. Let your inner child exclaim. Jump. Dance. Sing. Love.
And do it all openly.
I hope you have a wonder-full weekend, whatever you’re up to. And, please, take the time to do at least one of these things I learnt on holidays.
*Except for the “Daddy” part. ‘Cause that would be weird.