Some weeks feel a little more monotonous than others...
the daily onslaught of making meals and chasing little ones and cleaning up little messes, it can get old.
I will find myself thinking didn't I just wash these dishes?
or fold these clothes?
or pick these cheerios out of the sofa?
I'm pretty sure I did.
In fact, I'm pretty sure I do the exact same things over and over and over again every 24 hours (groundhog day anyone?).
Real, pure joy.
Joy in the early mornings. in grocery shopping with the kids. in their laughter as they run circles around the sofa. in afternoon ice cream dates with my oldest girl.
Joy that you can positively feel when you hold a tiny baby who's quite possibly the closest thing to heaven.
it's everywhere, if you look for it.
joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. - Mother Teresa