I watched my son experience something he’d been waiting a long time for today. It wasn’t anything major, just a movie he had been waiting to watch for “forever” (or a little while).
I think his anticipation of the event was far greater than the actual event. And that without his mom and I working hard to build the anticipation.
I think my expectations are most commonly colored with my cynicism. Luke doesn’t have that problem. His excitement is just flat-out sweet and true. And because of that, his enjoyment is true. I love that.