What brings you joy? What makes you happy? What makes you feel good?
Sometimes it's something ever so simple.
I walked into the family room and baby Cece was sitting next to her Mama on the couch. She looked directly into my eyes then turned toward Carla and pointed her index finger at her and then looked back at me and said, "Mama!" Pure Grandpa joy!
Carla had been in Ohio for a few days without the baby. On this day, where she made sure in no uncertain terms that I knew Carla was her mommy, she'd only been reunited with her Mama for a few hours.
While this moment was pure joy for me, I can only imagine it was pure joy for Cece too. She felt warm, secure and loved sitting next to her Mama (who she called out for everyday Carla was gone). And she felt proud to tell Grandpa that that was her mommy.
So, might you be wondering how Carla felt as Cece bonded and established ownership of her Mama? My guess is pure joy.