Joy

Joy is running around the living room ottoman/coffee table growling like a dinosaur, arms extended and threatening tickles to 2 kidlets, that squeal and giggle with glee simultaneously running away to not get caught and slowing down so that you can reach them.

Joy is the laughter that comes from deep within when you do catch them and your simple touch sparks a fit of chuckles that makes it impossible for you not to laugh yourself.

Joy is watching them scurry away again, looking back to ensure that you are behind them, giggling as they run about, your hands threatening another fit of laughter from your single touch.

Joy is this time with Ari and Nilsa. It is the joy of parenthood.