Laughter

Last Thursday night I got to bed late. There seemed to be a million things to do and not enough time to get it all done. When I finally crawled between the sheets of my bed I experienced that feeling of frustration that occurs when you have a tired body and a busy mind: no rest for me. I lay there, trying to talk my busy brain into calm, when I heard laughter. The sound was coming from Grace and Grant's room across the hall and this wasn't snickering or sleepy laughing, it was full on chortling that went on for ten seconds and ended with a wheezy gasp and a final chuckle. It was Grant laughing in his sleep. It's been almost a week since this happened and I still can't write about it without tearing up, because it was actually a sacred experience for me. I was enveloped in the most peaceful, beautiful feeling as I listened to my baby laugh in his sleep. How loved and comforted and safe and peaceful does one have to feel to have such sweet and sunny dreams? I'm so grateful that he feels those things, that he knows he is loved, and Grant's laughter was the perfect sleeping pill; I fell asleep smiling too.