I guess I should call this Soccer Sunday, because Marcel and Tom (Desere’s son) are watching what they are calling ‘the’ soccer match of the season. I’m not sure that I would agree with them, but I’ve been hearing a whole lot of screams coming from the living room, which assures me that their team is doing well.
In fact, as I’m typing this, Marcel slowly pushed the door open and held up two fingers. That means that his team has two points and the other team has none. Obviously this is a good thing. I don’t think I’ve ever known a person who loves soccer the way Marcel does. He loves soccer the way my diddy loves football and the way my brother loves baseball or golf.
It’s the little things that make him happy, and even though they are loud in there, I can’t help but smile at the joy something so simple brings him. It’s something we can all learn from, gaining joy and pleasure from the little things.