Today's Joyful Moment came when I was laying on the bed with the three sweet men in my life (Sweet P was keeping to her ornery little self elsewhere). Little M said he wanted to tell us a story. We said 'okay', so he began in his bestest, most earnest story-telling voice and told us of a time that he fell down the stairs ("stay-ahs" the way he says it) and hurt his ear ("ay") when Grandma was here one time.
His telling was quite dramatic, including fantastic facial expressions.
HH and I just laughed together and I'd be willing to bet, that was one of the best parts of both of our days. And it was that much better to share it together.
Wishing you all your bestest Joyful Moments ever!