Have you noticed that some moments are so often recounted that they become the very definition of joy?
On a lovely Spring day, I was driving on a side street, on my way home from work. Up on the left side of the sidewalk, I saw a dark-headed young girl, about 4 years old, peddling her red trike as fast as she could, laughing merrily to herself.
She clutched the string of a blue balloon in her right hand and was dressed in bright yellow, totally enjoying herself. As I she came to the end of the block and I came to the stop sign, our eyes met and we shared a long smile, wave and a "knowing". It has become a Kodak moment for my soul and I can't help but smile contentedly as remember that day, that freedom, that …bliss! When a joy is shared, even with a stranger, you've shared really something pretty sacred. 
What sacred joy have you experienced?