I love it when my daughters are the best of friends. There is very little that can brighten my mood like the sight of them playing and grinning, the sound of their giggles. It doesn’t happen as often as I would like — in fact, it seems that much of their time together is spent devising new ways to torment one another, but when they’re getting along, it’s like magic. Their smiles and laughter make every difficult thing so much easier to deal with.
I walked up to the apartment complex office one afternoon this week, to check the mail. As I came back down our breezeway toward the front door, I could hear their laughter. I paused outside and listened, hoping that it would last and not turn into tears or grumpiness. They’re hormonal prepubescent girls, after all, and apt to get emotional and full of attitude over the slightest thing.
This time though, the laughter continued, and actually got louder. I opened the door and immediately picked up the camera, wanting to capture this beautiful and rare moment for posterity. I snapped this picture, and then their giggles became contagious. I’m not even sure what they were laughing at, exactly — an animated drawing of a Pokemon battle that they both worked on. I couldn’t tell you what was so hilarious about it. I’m old, you see, so I don’t get it. They get it though, and in their opinions, it was the funniest thing ever.
No, I didn’t laugh at their silly video. I laughed at my beautiful daughters, still children but not for long, grinning wide, giggling until they had to run to the bathroom, which made them laugh even harder. It was pure happiness, unadulterated fun, side-splitting hilarity. I could watch them laugh and smile like that forever.