Moments of joy

But they bring you so much joy - a convenient answer given when rough days turn into rough nights and patience runs thin. Moments of joy; they are fleeting and seem few and far between. When they do come your way, grab them, hold on to them tightly and tuck them into a safe place. Remember them. Because when you're at your wits end and think you have nothing left to give, you'll need them.

Tonight, Joel asked if he could take a bath with his sister. It's a rare event, the independent boy doesn't want anyone interfering in his routines, especially not his sister. He sat behind her, holding the red soap-filled sponge in his hand. Slowly, and gently he washed his sister's back, her shoulders and her arms. He filled the little boat with water and rinsed her. She played with the washcloth, oblivious to what was going on behind her. Next he put some soap on her head and washed her hair. He lathered it and spiked it into a mohawk on top of her head. She let him. She never complained, relishing his attention.

I sat on the bed and watched them, savouring every second. I latched on to that moment and ingrained it deeply to memory, tucking it right text to a perfect day.