joy

Joy.

In my soul.

In the eyes of my little C.
And the heart of her poppa G.
In the sweet, crisp air of a New England day ushering in the first of Fall.
In the consuming comfort of a humid southern day, ensuring summer lingers.
In the evening sounds with windows open, rain, cows, and birds singing lullibies.
And the peaceful comfort of a home that is ours, that we have created, and have loved.
In sweet baby kisses and warm night snuggles.

Joy.
Deep in my soul.

In the beauty of simple blessings.
And the humbling gratitude of the undeserved ones that are so great, they overwhelm my heart with the abundance of love.
In grass between my toes, and sandy feet and hands. Soaked in sun.
In the familarity of my hardwood floors.
In the calming peace a clean counter and clear table.
And the messy pile of toys and mini-clothes, evidence of a day well-played and well-worn.
In the knowledge that I am loved, and recognizing its presence, and it is unconditional and encompassing.

And that they have my heart.
Loving the life we are given, each day that we are given.

Joy.
And it is well.
With my Soul.

sorry for my mini-rant on the last post. apparently my self-edit was off that week along with everything else. needed to push the delete button on that! consider this my reprieve. and what i was trying to say. chaos = joy. when we look.