Today I am thankful for the laughter of children. More specifically, the laughter of my children. Gregory’s laugh is contagious, coming in short gasps and snorts. It bubbles up from his belly, but then sort of gets stuck in his throat, rattles around in there for a while, and then finally it is discharged in a small but delightful explosion. Zachary’s laugh is spontaneous and unfettered, and seems to hang in the air for a while after he has stopped laughing. For a few moments, it feels as if the air in the room has grown lighter. It is difficult to feel cantankerous when I look into the vivid blue eyes of my youngest, and my eldest’s lighter blue eyes, reminiscent of sea mist, and listen to their laughter fill the room.

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