There are few sounds as heavenly to me as the sound of children laughing. Not just a little laugh, but the kind of laugh that reaches from their very toes.
A laugh so alive that to not release it, the poor child would burst. A laugh that makes you smile to hear it and cry to think about later.
Every once and a while, when the combined chaos of a full house aligns just right with the cheerfulness of siblings, it results in this kind of laughter.
I sit back and think “This is why my hubby wants more?!hahaha” And for a brief moment, I feel heaven close by. I feel peace.
I am so grateful for those little moments. Those contagious laughing spells. I am grateful that my 2 boys, when the fighting is done, can giggle and laugh together. So hard that it gives hayden the hiccups.
Those are the days that keep me going.
No one can take that from me. Even if the laughing moments end in rug burns and ripped shirts. Soon reality comes back, and I remember those sweet moments.
No one can take that from me. Even if the laughing moments end in rug burns and ripped shirts. Soon reality comes back, and I remember those sweet moments.
So Sweet nmn hayden!
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