Joy is when your child sleeps for 10 hours straight at night.
Reality is when she throws up all over you five minutes after she wakes up.
Joy is sitting quietly, drinking out of a London mug while pretending to be at an outdoor cafe worlds away.
Reality is sitting in the corner chair with your eyes closed so you won’t see the toys, the dishes, the food pieces, the mess and you can keep the dream going.
Joy is adventure, life, hope, promise.
Reality is often left unpursued.
Joy is…
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