on friday we say goodbye for the weekend.

i'm so proud of how they love the children, how beautifully they adapt their play.

they have this particular goofy brilliance, this physical emotional grace, exotic and familiar, that i bask in.

they give by being, they love just being, it's so natural, unlike the things we make that surround us.

their joy's just waiting when you open up and let it out. see it spring, you may lose your inhibitions, your sadness may just lift and dissipate.

you might just be a joyful creature too.

you might fall in love and not worry. it will never go away.