Standing out in the field with tears streaming down my face, hoping and praying that the ball would stay far away from me, I looked up and saw the moon. Who could be upset by a little ball game when the moon was making an appearance during the day? It was magic.
I eventually learned that is is completely normal for the moon to make a daytime appearance. But even with that knowledge, when I look up on a bright day and see the moon shining down on me, I feel a little bit of that magic.
I am not a T-Ball champion, but the moon loves me, and that makes me happy.
What is making you happy today?