The Joy of Jumping on the Bed

It’s one of her new favorite things to do. She stands there and holds out her little arms demanding “Hand! Hand!” She could easily hold onto the railing on her bed, but she wants my hands instead. Then her face breaks into the biggest, brightest grin, the one that always seems too big for her face, and she jumps. She jumps and laughs and embodies what it means to be wild and free and the purest kind of happy. 

We should all jump on the bed more.