Sometimes, when life gets hard, the skies are so smoky the sun can't shine through, your water pump breaks leaving you without clean running water, people continue to throw around the R word because they think it's funny or socially acceptable and health problems plague your small family members, all one needs is a good snuggle to remember the joy their life is seeped in.
As the tattoo on my arm reminds me, "One joy scatters a hundred griefs."
Or, less eloquently, one kid's slobber can cure a thousand blues.
Sometimes, I need the reminder. And a tissue.