*996 - let loose

Yesterday was a milestone. For the first time in half a year or so, we were able to abandon the winter coats, frolic outdoors, lie in the grass, and feel the sun on our faces as we guzzled down possibly the grossest and most magnificent thing one can get from McDonalds: McGriddles.

When all you've been wanting to do outdoors is to get indoors for the past half a year, you really learn to appreciate and celebrate the first real day (to me) of spring.

Even the cold I have contracted over the weekend isn't enough to bring me down. Nuh-uh. A beautiful reward for a very harrowing week (the weather, I mean, not the cold).

One joyous lesson we learnt from lying in the park, idly watching dogs bound and tottering babies totter, was the importance of not losing the ability to release true, raw, uncensored joy. (Happy-gasms, he calls them.) The type of glorious, bellowing, uncontrolled, ROARing joy that only babies dare to let loose ("RAAAWHHAHAHHAEEHEEOOOHOOOHOOO") as they stumble along with arms outstretched to the waddling puppy or the twig on the ground.

So link arms and skip through the imaginary (or not) meadows and take a deep breath and let your happy-gasms loose! HOOHOOOHOHHHWHWHAHHAHAHEHHEEEEHE. It feels good, trust me :)