The boys hurt themselves tonight, rough-housing. They cracked skulls. The sound? I thought for sure someone's head was fractured or nose was broken. I am not a nurse or a doctor. I never should be, because I'm horrible in situations like this. But my husband? Calm. Assertive. Knows exactly what to do. I screamed for him. He flew upstairs in a flash and took over. He told me what to get, what to do to help. And the boys are fine. A little shaken, but fine. Thank you for my husband. He brought relief to me and the boys - which ultimately brings me joy!
A friend once told me that she tries to find joy in every day. But some weeks it's hard. A whole week without finding joy? That is so sad. I find joy in EVERY day. Or so I think. So I'm testing myself. I am challenging myself to find joy in every single day. Without fail. I will post joy every single day to prove it to myself, to inspire others. Just to see if I can do it. Small bits of joy. Large, monumental moments of joy. But joy is what you will find here.