Everything that has ever brought me joy in life has been divisible by two. Or more.
I guess I should explain.
I’ve been thinking about the things that bring me the greatest joy, and every single thing is “married” or linked to someone else.
My children have brought more joy into my life than anything I can think of. When I think of each of their births, I can still feel in my heart the extreme emotional euphoria and gladness that came when I realized that another human being had entered my life. Even as a new mother of one, I knew that every day would bring a lot of things, one of which would surely be joy.
It took having 5 children and being married for over a decade to realize that for me, joy does not come alone. It’s the sharing of moments, of lives, of thoughts, of expression and emotion, of acts, that bring me joy.
As the new school year draws nearer and I am about to send my little chicks out into the world, I am reminded of that moment not so very long ago when I felt more quantifiable joy than I ever had before.
It was the moment that I was handed my baby doll sized twins in the operating room shortly after their premature birth. I remember looking at them, looking at my husband, and realizing that we had been granted something special. It wasn’t just two lives, although that was a pretty big miracle in itself. The few months leading up to their birth had given us a plethora of insight into what we could sustain as a family, what we had to be grateful for. It was only at their birth that was able to see that the mental anguish and physical separation that I had endured had only served to bring me to the point where I could fully experience the joy of knowing that 5 little lives were going to bless me in ways that I’d never be able to comprehend or describe.
Mark Twain said that, “to get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.”
I’m so thankful for the people in my life that bring me joy, for it wouldn’t be joy without someone to share it with.