As I sit reading and writing, the giggles and squeaks of my two children waft to me from the family room.
Okay, we live in Northern California . . . it's the family space or zone. Room would be an overstatement.
Nevertheless, the sheer joy in those voices, individually, together as in melody and harmony, lift my spirit. Laughter is magical. They are magical. They make life sweet as honey. I love them beyond measure.