The laughter of children is infectious; a sound to be cherished. It warms my heart to hear my children laughing wildly, uncontrollably, carefree. Uninhibited.
But this child?
If I could bottle up the sound of his unbridled laughter, I would purchase jars and jars and jars to store it in. In years to come, I would savor each sprinkle as I gently shook out some of the captured happiness.
For now, I will hug him up tight and beg my arms to never forget the feel of him nestled up in my lap. I will instruct my heart to treasure the moment and my mind to forever emblazon the experience in my memory, to be recalled freshly and vividly one day.
One day when he is older and doesn't ask to sit in my lap anymore. One day when his laughter is more controlled.
For he is growing up altogether too quickly. These days of laughter, and even tears, are slipping through my fingers like water through a sieve. I can't stop the marching on of Time.
But I can slow down my days to better linger here in the Present and laugh with my children. As they are today.