Pure Joy

Pure Joy

“What day is it?”
“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.
“My favorite day,” said Pooh.

This is my son, John, at about seven years old. We had been fishing and catching crawdads at Incline Lake, Nevada, where my aunt and uncle lived for thirty years. The lake was at 8,000 feet, so it was fairly cold.

I love this picture not only because it reminds me of that wonderful time in our lives, but also because it captures that awesome moment after the jump and before the splash.

These are the kinds of moments we always remember, and yet in the hurry of work and daily life, we forget to plan for them. Of course, we can’t draw up moments like this on command, but we can plan for time with our kids and grandkids to allow moments like this to happen.

To create memories that last a lifetime, we need to take a little time off and enjoy the ride, or in some cases, fly through the air.

-Hank