A thirty-day exercise in pausing, reflecting, appreciating, and giving thanks for simple things.
The infectious laughter of a very young child is like a dose of medicine for the soul. Sometimes such a laugh is brought on by something as silly as watching a dog or cat walk by. Or it might be found in a game of peek-a-boo. Whatever the catalyst, the laughter that follows is so sweet sounding that you do everything in your power to get the child to do it again.
Doctors often say, “Laughter is the best medicine.” I don’t laugh often enough. When I do laugh, I consider it a gift of sorts.
One of the executives where I work has a laugh that can be heard round the building. It’s not a bad laugh, it’s just loud. And there is no doubt at all that she is happy when she’s laughing. And sometimes hearing it brings a smile, even when you’re on the other side of the building.