Joy

Joy is coming home to find that your husband bought flowers for "his ladies" and that they include both your favorite flower and your daughter's favorite color.

Joy is kissing your daughter and telling her that you love her, and watching her turn her heart-achingly adorable, dimpled smile your way while she says "I love you, too, mommy."

Joy is being pretty sure that you felt your baby kicking you several times over the past few days.

Joy is feeling so overwhelmingly, undeservedly blessed by the exact place that you stand in your life that you can think of nothing to say but "Thank you, Lord."