Joy is...having 60 degree weather in November.
Joy is...telling the boyz that it's an "outdoor day" and keeping my word and staying outdoors with them ALLLLL DAY.
Joy is...a peanut butter and jelly picnic lunch in the driveway.
Joy is...trampoline-jumping (except when it makes me pee a little).
Joy is...watching my 3 boyz play football in the yard while I sit in a lawn chair in the sun and read the Sunday paper.
Joy is...teaching my 4-year old how to ride a two-wheeler today. (Seriously, he's not even 4-1/2 yet! Within 15 minutes, he was whizzing around like Evil Knievel.)
Joy is...having an afternoon playdate that extends into evening.
Joy is...watching each of my 3 boyz interact so tenderly with a 14-month old baby girl. It makes me scarily, utterly wistful for the little girl I will never birth (her name was to be Lydia).
Joy is...2 mothers enjoying each other's company over a glass of wine. On a Sunday. Outdoors. In 60-degree weather. In November.
Joy is...the same 2 mothers cooking breakfast for dinner (Topsy Turvy night!) for 6 children. Bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes and toast.
Joy is...solidarity in motherhood.
Joy is...bedraggled, sleepy little boyz.
Joy is...bedtime stories and snuggles and promises that Daddy will be home in "3 more sleeps".
Joy is...knowing that I can, indeed, manage the Trenches alone. But also realizing that it can actually be fun.
(Hubby is away at his annual work conference. I may be all giddy now, but the next few days will be the true test as I have to get all 3 of them, plus myself, ready for school/work. Oh, and Middle was up last night with a wickedly croupy cough. The steam from the bathroom shower seemed to help, but he slept with me for the rest of the night. Here's hoping Momma can sleep alone tonight...)