The Epitome Of Joy

From when I was very young there is one thing I always remember. The way my mother's face lit up when I walked into a room. I could be coming inside after playing or returning home from a trip to Europe. It still happens today and I am a 43-year-old woman. That feeling of unconditional love.

As a mom-of-three, there are definitely days when I don't do as well as I'd like. I might have that "I'm-in-the-middle-of-something" look when the kids come up to me. Or I don't have time between making meals, tidying up and running out to activities to play a game of Trouble or look at what they found in the backyard.

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