I tower above my daughter. Yet her elation is far mightier; it consumes me. It’s a playground joy. A sunny day joy. A new balloon for every day of the week joy. Scooter joy. Belly tickle joy. Singin’ “We Will Rock You” in daddy’s arms joy. It’s a fluffy dog joy. Dodgin’ mud puddle joy. Swingin’ so high feels like you can touch the sky joy. Hit the road joy. Mommyhome joy. Fall down, get up, run again joy.