JOY...and why it matters

JOY...and why it matters

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.