Seasons

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I don’t know what it is, but there’s just something so pure about a laughing baby.

A baby doesn’t have any inhibitions. A baby doesn’t hold anything back. When a baby is happy, everything just bubbles out in one growly, grunty, gurgly laugh — and I can’t get enough of it!

Several weeks ago we were playing at the park, and I was sitting on a swing with my rolly-poley “Mudge-pudge” cradled on my lap. We weren’t swinging fast by any means, but every time we’d lurch forward or lean back, that sweet little girl would let out the happiest little giggle.

The weather was absolutely perfect. The sky was blue. The tulips and daffodils were blooming. The trees were just starting to bud. And I occasionally caught snatches of chatting and laughter from Lindsey and our 3-year-old on the other side of the playground.

All in all, it was an absolutely perfect Spring morning — except for the fact that I was feeling terribly guiltyContinue reading “Seasons”

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