I woke up Wednesday morning quietly, laying in a pool of gradually brightening morning light. I can’t tell you how good that felt. It was as close to joy as I’ve felt in awhile. I suppose, with a baby, the joy is there but so is the busy-work, the action, the need to clean, care, hold, move. And so the joy doesn’t get a chance to penetrate all the way down to your core. You need stillness for that. You need the quiet start of a new day. You need to be alone and not pulled in all directions.