A joy filled moment.
Pure love.
A baby laughing at his brother. Watching him jump on the bed.
The moment of bliss followed by a head to head collision, and screaming.
(oopsie. Arnica to the rescue)
That's the thing about joy. It's fleeting.
So we'll follow it.
Our days, weeks, months are made of moments in search of that joy.
I am so grateful to find it as often as I do.
Pure love.
A baby laughing at his brother. Watching him jump on the bed.
The moment of bliss followed by a head to head collision, and screaming.
(oopsie. Arnica to the rescue)
That's the thing about joy. It's fleeting.
So we'll follow it.
Our days, weeks, months are made of moments in search of that joy.
I am so grateful to find it as often as I do.
1 comment:
He's a happy little one!
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