Finding Bliss

At some point in life, we all must find our bliss. This weekend has been a time of finding bliss in our house; each of us finding our own bliss in our own thing at our own time. 

Last night the birthday boy took his family and two of his buddies to the planetarium. Those boys (and a few of their adult companions) found their bliss wandering around the displays, looking through the telescopes and pretending to land on the moon. With eyes twinkling, lips curved upward in a tooth-baring smile, Aiden declared his birthday his best day.

Brighton has found bliss on the basketball court. After a healthy breakfast of granola and oranges, Brighton had his best game of the season, scoring ten points, two three-pointers. His team-mates, while in the throws of elation over winning the game, picked up all 79 pounds of Brighton (he outweighs most of his team-mates by about 10 pounds) and cheered him for his game-winning efforts. Now, several hours later, he's still smiling.

I found my bliss this morning when, after assembling my new Sole treadmill, I plugged in my iPod and found running, again. I must say after 40 minutes of blood-pumping, sweat-dripping, lungs-burning exercise I felt a little euphoric. Yes, I'm addicted to endorphins.

I look outside to the backyard to see Paige finding her bliss as she "teaches" her little sister to play horses with her. The sun is out, the snow is off the grass and Paige couldn't be happier.

And now Aaron sits with a bowl of ice cream to find his bliss while listening to the BYU-Utah game.

Ahhh. A nice weekend was had by all. (Now, back to the dishes and laundry)