Sometimes the most healing things are the little things. The small moments.
Yesterday I spent 3 hours supervising an ice slide. Watching the expressions of kids (and some adults!) as they go down a slide made of ice on a crazy carpet is priceless. It’s like pure joy and delight.
Even if there are hard things, sad things, going on, they’re all forgotten in that moment with the wind against your face, as you sail down a frozen channel of crisp, smooth ice.
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