It's the little things that bring the greatest joy in life: the sound of a baby's sigh as their eyes meet yours for the first time, or the sight of your child climbing a tree. Each step upward brings him closer, in his mind, to reaching the stars.
The smallest things offer pause, quiet moments, and a stillness that lasts a lifetime. Listen to raindrops on a tin roof, watch water spatter as children leap into puddles, their laughter endless and full of joy.
Watching the flicker of a candle's shadow and the joy of creating hand figures dancing on the wall. It's your dog, his head on your chest, syncing heartbeats as one.
It's staring out a window, watching the street below come alive with a game of stick ball, hopscotch, and marbles. It's the dropping of the sticks and marbles gathered up and put into pockets of worn jeans as the sound of the ice cream truck turns down your street, and that obnoxious song you've played in your mind long after the truck was gone.
Joy is captured in pictures hanging on the walls of homes where time is measured by years gone by, and love remains in every smiling face that looks back at you.
Joy is happiness stored within you and remains there until summoned to be felt and remembered again. Such a small word to carry so much meaning for so many pictures in your heart.
Mike 2026
So true. Beautiful
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