Ondine laughed today. And The day before. and will again tomorrow. Weather it was the funny faces we made, or that we elicited joy from her tiny form, she laughed.
Each day is unique, some good some bad. Somehow that small laugh made all our struggles vanish. That small laugh restored hope on a weary soul.
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about. And that was the beginning of faeries.” I’d like to think the first laugh for each child becomes a faery. for how else do you explain the magic laughter of a child.
“When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about. And that was the beginning of faeries.” I’d like to think the first laugh for each child becomes a faery. for how else do you explain the magic laughter of a child.
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