Last Sunday, after church was over, the chairs were packed up and the musical instruments put in their cupboard, two relatives of mine (who shall remain unnamed), took to the empty hall floor with bounds and leaps of joy.
There’s nothing like a good leap-diddly-leap to get the blood cells rushing, the breathing choppy and the spirits rising.
It doesn’t hurt to have a camera handy to captures all that blissful elevation.
This is my seven-year-old brother’s favourite – ‘It’s like Anna’s jumping on my head! HAHAHAHA!’
This one I named the ‘The Human Three’.
Get it? The human 3?
Yes, I have issues.
Of course, no joy jumping session is complete without the fearsome- I mean- joyful ninja kick.
The thing about jumping for the bliss of it, it’s all about the hair flying, the grins grinning and life on display.
And the higher you get, the better. So. Bellies up!!
Happy Monday folks!
xx The Girl in Trousers