Marrakesh: and a tale of jumping for joy

I told her the news, the good news.  
The news that involved her playing with her friends for four hours straight in a wonderful place.

She jumped straight up into the air, Masai-like.  Jumped.  

 I wondered why I didn't jump for joy, when joyous.  I should, I thought.  I will.

Here's hoping you jump for joy this weekend.  I think you should.


PS I'd jump for joy to have these Moroccan mosaic tile and marble floors. Oh!  Sublime.