The kids were playing with their friends yesterday afternoon, running through the house, through the yard, feet stomping up and down stairs, and all the while the non-stop sound of laughter echoed through the halls, sometimes far away, a murmur, sometimes bursting unexpectedly into glorious explosions of joy.

It was comforting. Like I’m doing something right. Like the sound of fresh-baked bread crackling on the counter as it cools. Like the smell of shaving lotion and the satisfied feel of a good shave. Like the fit of your wife’s hand in your hand. All of that times infinity.

Comments

1. Sylvia on 2008-04-29 17:05:05 wrote: Very sweet, and beautifully said.

2. Melanie on 2008-04-30 06:52:57 wrote: Perfectly put - moments like that remind you of what is important and why we’re here. Thanks for sharing.

3. Marites on 2008-04-30 22:21:57 wrote: Beautifully said & lovely writing style. Your blogs should be put into a book.

4. Brandon on 2008-05-01 06:30:34 wrote: Perfectly written sentiments.

5. Chris OConnor on 2008-05-20 06:25:42 wrote: Hearing the laughter of your own children is close to a realisation about “the meaning of life”