So, I was making a face at my granddaughter, Pippi Jean, and smiling up at her and she just bent down and kissed my face. Well, it was a baby kiss and her daddy caught it on camera and sent it to me this week. So see? You just never know. You can be out there at a trout park, admiring the rainbows in the stream and you look over at someone you love, and wowee — you get a big smacker! And it prints in your brain as one of your happiest moments ever.
Then, your super son sends you a photo of that moment, and well, it all comes back to you.
Moral of the story? Go outside if you can this weekend. Kiss someone you love. Lay a slobbery smacker down. Expect joy.