Baby B says, "mama" all the time. And quite indiscriminately. But tonight, HH was holding him and he saw me then reached for me and said, "Mama". It probably meant nothing, but it made my heart go all pitter patter anyway. And it was still a Joyful Moment--even if it wasn't real.
We fed three 20-year old missionaries tonight and another gentleman from church. And the above is what I told them after receiving their compliments on the meal. And it's true. I really am happy in the kitchen. I wouldn't want to spend all day in it like I did today, but I love to bake and cook. Especially for grateful eaters. And everyone at the table was tonight. The whole meal went over well, even with the kids. Feeding a small army and having each of them leave the table with happy bellies was tonight's "real" Joyful Moment.
Wishing you all Joyful Moments with happy bellies!