The continual sound of pure happy

My son woke up from his afternoon nap, early; crying. Large fat tears clinging to the corners of his eyes, sliding down his cheeks. I picked him up. My mom arms wrapped around his little self. His head burrowed into my neck and the crying stopped.

We sat in the rocking chair, his back against chest. He was still and peaceful, enjoying the continuation of his rest, even if he is now awake.

And then he pulled the blanket over his face.

A pause. “Where is my baby?”

Then pushing it back down to his legs.

“Peek!! There you are!”

I could feel the laughter roll through him. Feel his body shake with laughter under my hands. I couldn’t see his face but I could feel his face change, the crinkle in his nose, his eyes light up.

Then again.

He pulled the blanket over his face,

A pause. “Where is my little guy?”

Pushing it back down to his legs.

“Peek! There you are!”

Again the raw wave of laughter; such delight.

Again and again and again.  And still, again.

We rocked in the chair hiding and finding and laughing. Until there was no break between the blanket up and down and the laughter; it was one fluid movement of sound. Repeating and repeating. Until beneath my hands I could feel the hiccups take over his body. And still we rocked and still we laughed.

The continual sound of pure happy.

Healing for my heart.