I dug this picture out of a drawer a few weeks ago. It is my favorite picture. I thought it had been lost. I believe I took it just days before he was diagnosed. It was right before Easter that year (obviously, from the bunny ears). Last year, last month or even a few hours ago I couldn't have told you why it was my favorite picture. But as I was laying in bed, it hit me. This is the only picture I have of him with a look of joy on his face. Not a smirk or a grin. True joy. And I can't for the life of me remember the last time I saw it on his face. I am just thankful that at one time he felt it.
I hope you all take the time today to recognize your own moments of joy.