My Mom, Caryl, was an amazing role model for me, Not just in living Joyfully but doing so all the time, no matter her circumstances.
I had an amazing childhood filled with joyful celebrations always We danced, we sang, we had crafts and girl scouts and summers at our beloved lake. We did holidays BIG. I remind my husband, Josh, of this when he shakes his head at the annual unloading of Christmas decorations. I come from a family where we had special switchplate covers and velvet slipcovers with dangling jingle bells for the doorknobs. At this point, I consider celebrating to be a genetic predisposition. My Mom even made the little things fun.
But mostly, she had a hard life and chose to celebrate anyway. Having created a great life for us despite the impossible things she overcame in her early adult and motherhood she found herself continuously facing hard things and continually finding Joy and celebrating. Everyday.