Dirt!

Today I picked Johan up from school and his face and hands were all dirty. Not in the way where one might be concerned that he wasn't being well taken care of, but in that great way where you can tell he's had lots fun. It made me feel happy. I have a strong sense of joy associated with memories of coming in the house after playing outside for hours on spring and summer nights, covered in sand and dirt and dust. Then taking a warm bath and falling asleep in my bed. It's not a specific memory of a certain day--more of an association of dirt and grub on my hands and face meaning I had had wonderful fun. I was glad to see Johan's grubby little hands and so enjoy witnessing him experience the joy of getting dirty.