Lately I have been meditating on moments of unabashed joy. They’re like pockets to tuck into, to be engulfed by, as if a memory could give me a hug. Most involve moments with my children — a neck nuzzle, a shared giggle, or cheeks full of chocolate-chip pancakes.
But in the memory I’ve spent the most time in lately, it’s just my husband, Tim, and me.
April 14, 2020
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