I didn’t expect joy like this. Not this kind, the joy you don’t have to think about. When it just bubbles up from somewhere deep inside you, runs the course of your veins, tingles your fingertips and your toes. Not this easy kind of joy, with laughter that rises high, floats above us, a protection, a gift. This is what dreams are made of, and I hadn’t dared to dream of this. But there it was, settling in around me. Comfortable, easy, smooth. The day was soaked in grace,