Yesterday my great-nephew had his 3rd birthday party (Happy Birthday Lincoln!). After his party Chuck had to pick up a part for his shower so we made a quick trip to Lowe’s. Hila Fay and I decided to entertain ourselves by looking at all the Christmas decorations while daddy looked for the part he needed.
In front of the Christmas trees was a six-foot, moving and singing Santa Claus. Hila didn’t know whether to be scared or thrilled at the sight of him. After a few minutes of staring the music began to win her over and as Santa began to belt out “Jingle Bells” Hila Fay giggled in delight, threw up her hands and said, “Let’s dance, Mommy!” Now, really…what choice did I have? So there, right inside the entrance of Lowe’s Hila Fay and I twirled to her little heart’s content. We laughed and giggled and sang along with Santa Claus.
When we finally stopped to catch our breath, both of us laughing and smiling oblivious to the world around us (thus far) I noticed that the passersby were all watching Hila Fay with such joy on their face. She had already taken back to dancing, solo this time, and was bringing smiles to everybody in the vicinity with her uninhibited pleasure of the simplest thing-Christmas music.
I don’t remember the last time I just “let go”, that I allowed myself to have innocent fun without thinking about “what others would think”. We created such precious memories, and her joy brought smiles to countless strangers around her. Yesterday was a good day!