So, last Sunday, my husband and I went for a walk, which turned out to be serendipitous for two reasons: 1) it started out cloudy & cold & turned into sunny & warm (always a happy event) & 2) we found this in a parking lot:

No, it’s not an asteroid on acid, it’s a superball. Remember them? Those little round objects that bounce a mile when you throw them against the ground? Finding the superball itself isn’t the reason for writing this. The reason is this: when I spotted the superball in the parking lot, I picked it up and showed it to my husband. And when I did, there appeared on his face, a look that I’m sure he used a lot when he was about 9 years old. Pure, unADULTerated joy. I wish I’d had a camera with me to record it, because it was really something worth seeing again.
It made me think about how being silly just goes by the way side when we ‘grow up’. After I found the superball, we acted like semi-idiotic adults and bounced it back and forth to each other for awhile. And, you know what? It was freeing and fun.