Last night, The Hubbs and I settled in to gobble down some dinner and continue our Sex and the City marathon. You see, I am the proud owner of that gigantic pink faux-suede box set that contains the entire series. Since I just got the second movie for Christmas, we decided it would be fun to watch the whole saga in order from the beginning.
It's been a blast. We still have two seasons to go before we start on the movies.
While we were all snuggled up in our fleece blankets, flannels, and sweat pants, The Princess opted for the usual: running around the house in a onesie dress, doing as she darn well pleases. There were a few moments of unsolicited cuddles, which are always a hit.
But then...
Neither The Hubbs or I noticed anything particularly funny in our living room, but apparently our sense of humor is not as sophisticated as that of The Princess. Out of nowhere, she began to laugh. Belly laugh. Snorting. Tears streaming down her face.
She'd almost recover herself, and then it would start all over again. It must have lasted at least half an hour. Half an hour of the most gleeful sound I could possibly imagine. She laughed so hard, and so heartily, that I found my cheeks and tummy muscles hurting from joining in for so long.
She laughed at me. At Da. At Bubbles. At Sookie. At unseen hilarity. And, boy, did she laugh.
I may not understand it, but I have to say this: the no-reason happies are some of my favorite occurrences in this life. I'll take 'em every day and twice on Sunday. (giggle, giggle, snort!)
If we could just bottle kids laughter and give it to the "bad" people of the world, this would be the most peaceful, happy planet imaginable. There is no sound on Earth quite as awesome as a kid laughing.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could have seen her belly laughing. Like Jenn says, that is the best medicine. Maybe she'll give us a repeat performance when she is over here.
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