I’ve decided that the annoyance one feels when hearing the sound of a crying baby is proportional to the joy one feels when hearing the sound of a baby laughing. I was at the grocery store earlier and a small lad (probably just hit the 1 year mark and was barely toddling) was grabbing his dad’s leg, testing out his newfound mobility and cackling like he was having the time of his life (which he probably was).
As I listened to him belly laugh at the absurdity of absolutely everything (Wouldn’t that be nice?) my paternal instincts kicked in and I found myself grinning from ear to ear. I was filled with a pleasant elation that no drug could ever hope to reproduce. I’m still feeling it.
We’re told to enjoy the little things in life. Well this tyke was little and I certainly enjoyed him. Thanks tiny dude. You really made my day. May you never let life strip you of your happiness. 🙂