Stopping to Smell the Roses

We have all been told from a young age to stop and smell the roses. And at a young age the words leave your mind to be replaced by the concerns of childhood: Did my mom pack dunkaroos for lunch? Where am I going to sit in the cafeteria? Is Shane going to bully me today? Is Rebecca going to notice I did ten push-ups yesterday? There is not any room in the mind of a youth for the frivolities of ageless wisdom. 


Not till the tender age of twenty-one did I give this expression a second thought. And oh what a second thought it was! Happiness was not a precious resource; to be experienced only on weekends and vacations. Happiness was surrounding me, enveloping me in its intoxicating aroma. If I had been told of this before stumbling upon it myself, I would of thought it a lie. 

I started this blog to capture the random thoughts, sights or events that brought joy to my life. What follows is my collection of joy.