Laughter is the best medicine

I have already proven that I can laugh at myself.  Now I just have to laugh through the aching I have to hear my son's beautiful laugh.  He has been making noises along with his smiles for quite a while, but he had an all out laughing session on Sunday night and it was the most wonderful sound I have ever heard.  I lose my breath every time I think of it. 

Now I sit at work wondering if he is laughing and wanting so much to hear it.  For the first time, I feel the inevitable mommy conflict of wanting him to grow up and start talking so we can chat during the workdays and wanting him to stay tiny forever so that things like his laughter are enough to fill me completely and get me through the day.  Today, I am working toward quitting time quickly and furiously... just in hopes of hearing that joyful noise.