This is a picture of my son when he was two. He had run away up the hill and returned triumphantly with this rock.
I love that I was the audience for his triumphant procession home. Triumph means victory but it also means the procession of a victorious general into Rome. He must have felt victory the very moment he found the rock. But, he would have searched for me or for his dad until he found one of us to share his victory of finding the rock that day.
I like the definition of triumph as a procession. It is not just victory. It is victory demonstrated and shared with those who have some meaning to you and relation to your victory. My little guy running home holding his rock in the air was his version of the procession of a victorious general coming home.