Joy is…
Hearing the soft padding footsteps, then seeing a sleepy little boy drag a bolster taller than him appear before my bed at midnight.
Rubbing his half closed eyes, in his baby voice, he said, “Mommy I want you…”
I had to follow him as he shuffled back to his room. Then he hugged my leg (instead of his bolster) and went back to his sleep.
It’s all these little things that matter most in life.