Joy
I have a wide smile plastered across my face. It aches because I'm smiling so much, but in a good way. My husband is playing the new electric guitar that I bought him for Christmas. My girls are dancing on the bed as he strums his rock and roll beat. Rock and roll rules!
I live for moments like these. The kinds of moments that make your heart beat faster and your chest feel like it's going to explode with goodness. The music fills the room and the melody of it warms my soul. My children are happy and my husband is happy. Today is a very good day.
This is enough. This feeling of joy, the warmth that fills my heart and soul. I live for moments when my husband sheds tears of joy over a new guitar. I know that I did the right thing taking all the money I made from an article that I sold to buy him that guitar. It and him will bring me many years of joy.
Sometimes joy is so elusive and other times it springs up out of nowhere to surprise and enchant you. It's like having a thunderstorm and then finding a rainbow on your way home from the grocery store. It's so unexpected that you have to take a moment in awe. Pure joy brings rays of happiness. These are the moments to live for.
A girl. Exploring the world of Bipolar Disorder one day at a time. Informing and educating the public about mental illness.
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