Joy.
In little things. In big ones. In the smell of a newborn baby. In the comfort of being together, not just for better or worse, but also for the “boring” and the “ordinary”.
In a touch, in the eyes. In moments where you may have thought it wouldn’t matter. In closeness, like there wasn’t even a thread between you. In holding a life, in holding life, because she is the most precious gifts of all.
Joy.
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