Mitchell laughed yesterday afternoon.
It wasn’t his first laugh; he’s laughed before. Many times. But this was more than that. This was a sustained bout of giggling.
Ashleigh was dancing. Her favourite book (this week) is about ballet, and she was jumping up and down, then spinning around with her arms stretched wide shouting, “I’m PEE-rou-ETTING, Mitchell! Watch ME, Mitchell!”
Not that she needed to say that last bit. He was watching.
He was mesmerised.
And he was giggling his little head off.
It was a delicious sound. (I tried to think of another word for it. One that Bruce McAvaney hadn’t ruined by using it to describe a footballer. Adorable? Sweet? Precious? But they didn’t work.)
Delicious. It was a delicious sound.
Ashleigh loved it. Her jumps got bigger. Her spins wider. Her shouts louder.
And Mitchell’s giggles got gigglier.
It’s always wonderful to hear your child laughing. But I had forgotten how wonderful it is to hear your newborn laugh.
A child who can’t yet speak, and can’t yet articulate his thoughts. A child who usually has to cry to communicate found another way to do so.
And his older sister, who can speak and articulate her thoughts, enjoyed dancing and entertaining a captive and appreciative audience.
It was a beautiful moment. One I wasn’t expecting after a day that hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Beautiful moments can take you by surprise.
And sometimes they make you think, “Yes. YES. This is what it’s all about. This right here.”
Have you lived a beautiful moment recently? What was the last thing to make you laugh?