Sometimes I feel so lucky to be living my life the way I am able to that I get a feeling that is hard to describe. It's louder than gratitude, shinier than contentment. It comes over me when I get home with Cwtch and Welshy rushes in the back door and the baby almost hyperventilates with excitement as he scoops her up and my husband grits his teeth so as not to squeeze her too hard and she is squealing and he is grinning and I just stand back and laugh because of this feeling I get. It's joy! That's what it is. It's joy.