While I was walking on the beach (when I lived there), a man stopped me to say he missed my cartwheels. It hadn’t dawned on me, until then, that I was letting them slip away. I’m still thankful for his observation.
Is there something you’ve stopped doing? Roll down the hills, walk in the rain, dance in the park. Feel the child-like freedom and joy of love. Sit with it, revel in it, sparkle with it, and share it.