Trampoline

Our new house came with a trampoline. It looks so ragged that I haven't let the kids jump on it yet. The net is torn and popped springs are strewn on the ground. I decided to try it out even though the risk was high for an unfortunate mishap. Imagine explaining that to an ER doctor. Still, it looked appealing and I hadn't been on a trampoline since childhood.

JUMPING WAS SO MUCH FUN! I contemplated doing a flip but my forty-year old self said, "Maybe tomorrow night." After a few minutes, Dear Darling joined me and we giggled like school girls. He made me bounce so high that I laughed uncontrollably and was unable to speak. I kept flying through the air because I couldn't get the words out of my mouth to get him to stop. But it was so fun that I didn't want to stop. The moments that make us feel like a kid again are too amazing to will them to end. So we kept jumping.

We jumped so high that we could see into our neighbors' yards. We laughed even harder when we saw a man whom we have not yet met hanging out with his son. I'm sure he was thinking, "Who are those crazy people that moved into our neighborhood?" We laughed some more when we considered what our sleeping kids would think. They would think that they were missing out on a ridiculously fun time. And they were right.

Jump towards your bliss.