is not all of the sweet hugs and kisses I get, even though they are great. It is not the beautiful smiles that greet me, or the constant questions, or seeing them learn something new. It is the feeling at the end of the day. That feeling is joy. And it is accompanied by little memories of cute things Jane said, or the face Mae Mae made, or the way they played together. That feeling of joy is so good and deep that I know it echoes what our Father feels when he meets with us. It is true relationship and it is wonderful.