Pure joy takes on different forms on different days.
Yesterday it took the form of barefoot running on cool evening grass at the park past sunset.
Joy showed up under the moonlight, during an imagination game of rockets and monsters.
Joy leaked out of every squeal as they chased each other (and the ducks).
Joy crunched like their cheetoe snacks and floated across the lake like the apology bread we tossed the ducks.
Joy piled in the car with us as we headed home for a lights off movie night at home ("Just like the big movies, Mommy!").
Joy appeared in each "warm hot chocolate" mug and bowl of coconut popcorn.
My heart is so full of joy, it aches.
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