I saw a book on a shelf yesterday that was called "The Joy of being a Woman" and I thought, if you have to search for it and define it and write about it so much, it might not be that real. Not that I don't find joy in being a woman, but I hope the author of that book knows real joy. Maybe the book is fantastic, but I'm not going to read it any time soon. I'll tell you what's real joy. Love is real joy. Sacrifice is real joy. Being a parent (from all 3 months of my experience) is real joy because of the before mentioned aspects of real joy.
More pics from the day of Johnny boy's blessing thanks to my amazing brother, Jon Canlas.