Sweet Sounds on a Sunday

My son’s laughter is pretty much the only thing I ever want to hear

He’s not quite two years old and his giggle is the best thing on the planet — I just need this documented somewhere. I want to bottle his laugh and carry it around in my pocket so I can take it out and listen to it whenever something stupid and unimportant consumes me (which is often), or when I feel depressed, anxious or angry.

I’m convinced the world would be a much more delightful place to live if you could hear a toddler’s laugh, on cue, whenever you wanted.

Whenever my husband and I are piddling around the house doing chores and we hear him crack up, we both just stop whatever we’re doing to listen. Neither one of us wants to miss a moment of something so adorable.

The cooing sounds emitted are involuntary: Squee! D’aww! Ohhhh! Ooooo! And there’s kind of this cringe thing I do, but cringe isn’t the right word. I sink in on myself and shrug my shoulders up. It’s more like I’m trying to give my ears a hug. Surely this reaction is some form of Tourette’s that only happens when people are around small children or baby animals.

His laugh is the sweetest sound there is. Nothing else comes close.