Joy is mid-day visits with your 21 month old son.
Joy is jumping on bouncy castles and falling down with buckets of laughter pouring out of our lungs.
Joy is post run beers on a Friday afternoon after a long week with one of your best girlfriends who has elephant ears and a humongous heart.
Joy is running through the streets with a frozen pizza in your hands, winding in and out of the rush hour traffic.
Joy is pizza with your husband on a Friday, fall night.
Joy is splashing around in the bathtub with your baby.
Joy is blissful kisses again and again and again.
Joy is all around us.
Joy is jumping on bouncy castles and falling down with buckets of laughter pouring out of our lungs.
Joy is post run beers on a Friday afternoon after a long week with one of your best girlfriends who has elephant ears and a humongous heart.
Joy is running through the streets with a frozen pizza in your hands, winding in and out of the rush hour traffic.
Joy is pizza with your husband on a Friday, fall night.
Joy is splashing around in the bathtub with your baby.
Joy is blissful kisses again and again and again.
Joy is all around us.
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