Anywho. Reading about everyone's joy last week made me very warm and pink inside. Pug will never admit to feeling pink, but I know he felt it too.
Now that I'm 10, I like to thing about things. Big lifey things. Like joy. And joy's cousin, hope. Google says hope is when you want something to happen or be true and think that it could happen or be true. I don't know about you, but I hope all the time.
The thing about hope is it's a bit like a trip to the dogfood store. Sometimes there's a bucket full of cookies on the counter and the lady behind the thing gives you many, many tasty things to eat. Sometimes the bucket has nothing but crumbs, or there is no lady (or no bucket!) and you don't even get crumbs.
Hope won't make crumbs any less crummy, but it will make going to the dogfood store extremely exciting. Every. Single. Time.
That's why I think hope is just as big a thing as joy. You never know when life's going to give you cookies or crumbs or nothing at all. But hope will keep going back to the bucket again and again, even when the checkstand is closed.
Love + Fuzzies,
PS: I won't think so much next week. Dying to show you my a-maz-ing new sweater!!