When my husband was growing up, he went to summer camp and then became a leader at that camp. One of the traditions at Camp Belknap is lighting the lamp of love. One of the rays from this lamp of love is the instruction to be joyful - specifically, to seek the joy of being alive.
At our wedding, we lit the lamp of love (of course). Later, one of our favorite wedding presents came from a former Belknap leader: two hammers, one for each of us, with handles that were engraved with the reminder to "Seek the Joy."
It is not always easy to remember to seek the joy of being alive. In fact, it is often much easier to feel as if joys and sorrows come to each of us regardless of whether or not we seek them. But, as he often does, Baby recently reminded me that seeking the joy is a much better way to live.
Baby learned to wave a little while ago, and when he did it was his favorite activity for the next few days. He would wave to us at dinner. He would wave to us in the bath. He would wave to himself while he rode in his stroller. And, one night, on his way to sleep, eyes closed, fully relaxed, he waved to nothing in particular. He was - very simply - seeking the joy.