"Happiness, hit her
Like a train on a track
Coming towards her
Stuck, still no turning back"
-Florence + The Machine, Dog Days Are Over
Danced to this rousing anthem in the kitchen yesterday morning with the girls.
Jumped to it, really.
Felt deliriously tired and deliciously aware of the moment: little girls, pajamas, a summer morning, whole day ahead, followed by a whole weekend of sparklers and fireworks, parades and flag cake, lake and woods, family and food.
It's coming, no turning back, and sometimes it's exactly what I need when I feel depleted by vacuuming the floor or settling a squabble for the 45th time that day: Happiness, hitting me right in my kitchen.
Boom.
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I've had this happen, too. A really unique and special feeling and something I feel lucky to experience, and/or to be open to. It just fills you up out of nowhere.
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