Update: Joy, this has followed this daughter from the start of her life apart from me. As her mother, I am still being fed with her dreams. 7/2015
There is joy in a morning, any morning. It is the start of a new day. The beginning of something, maybe something magnificent and unexpected.
There is joy in this day.
I remember a day, a beautiful summer day, when she was sitting in her “clip-on” high chair. The chair was clipped to a picnic table (I’m not even sure if they still make these, as they are probably no longer considered safe). We were having a picnic at the park. We shared sandwiches and fruit with each other. She giggled and laughed. I smiled and sighed. Birds sang. Bees buzzed. Sun shined.
That joyful summer day was a historic moment when I knew there was truly bliss in motherhood. If I had a Facebook page at that time, a photo would have been posted with the caption, “This is the triumph of motherhood”.
Joy, delight, and gladness are what we really hope for. Delight is what we remember. It is what we want.
There is such happiness in this moment. This morning marks the sunrise of newness. The onset of a start.
My daughter is feeding me with her dreams, and I am feeding her with my hope.
There is joy in the morning. This moment is the triumph of motherhood.
There Is A Time 
Those clip-on high chairs are still allowed because we have one for our littlest guy and he loves it! He’s able to be at eye level with the rest of the family. I never thought about it being unsafe before, though come to think of it, it was an old hand-me-down and everyone who comes through our house comments on how unusual it is. Maybe we are the only ones who still have one!
Anyways, lovely post. It makes me ache to think that someday the memories of my children as babies will be just that — memories. They’re already growing up too fast.