In the end no such puddle existed, but I had to smile at his enthusiasm. I definitely don't get excited at the thought of a nice jumping puddle, but I remember when I did. And I'm thankful for that youthful exuberance and innocence, even if it is fairly short-lived, because when I see it in my kids, I'm reminded that the little things really do matter. And better yet, that we can find joy in many, many places if we're open to finding it.
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