Simple joys
I love seeing the children at church. They're always so happy, and it makes me so happy when I see them every week. For some reason, when I run around the table with them with no purpose whatsoever, flinging my arms and just yelling for no reason at all, it brings some sort of weird sense of satisfaction.
I love how they're so pure, naive, accepting, non-judgmental, and just simply finds joy in the smallest little things. I love the way they give each other hugs. I love playing with their hair. I love the determined look they have on their faces when they are trying to put on their shoes. I love how they smile sheepishly when I tell them how cute they are. I love how when they trip and fall, they will quickly get back up and start running around the table again, laughing as if nothing happened.
And most importantly, I love how I can completely be myself when I'm around them.