friday joy

joy is in the strong stretches of a two-week old boy, in the unfurling of flowers from my lover, in making and eating of chocolate cake, the game of scrabble which spans two days, in that silky head of hair, in little pants knitted by mamie, freesias under the mirror, in the touch of a tiny hand against my skin and the warmth of oatmeal every morning... joy amidst the unwashed hair, hormones and sleeplessness - joy in the little things, that remind me of the bigger things; a healthy body, a happy home, a growing family, a beaming heart.