Saturday, March 12, 2011

Joy is a Hockey Game

Joy that comes from another's happiness has got to be the sweetest joy there is. My middle son just got back from a minor league hockey game. He was invited by a friend from church. He had such a great time and to his six-year-old self, this probably ranks up there with Disneyland. We only had a few minutes before he had to get to bed (time change tonight, church tomorrow) but in those few minutes his delight became mine. I realized I was smiling so hard I strained my eyes.

My little guy is already lost in dreams, but I think I'll be smiling for quite a while.

2 comments:

Keana M said...

You are such a great mother. I love hearing stories like these because it makes me wish I had something like this when I was younger. I played hockey all my life, so I think its a great thing that you also see the joy that it can bring someone and that you are so supportive of your son.
I really look up to you Mrs. Elliott and I hope that one day I can be at least half the woman and mother you are.

Stephanie said...

Aww, Keana, you are so sweet! You will be your own woman and mother and I know you will be wonderful :) Thank you for your kindness.