It’s So Funny!
Almost since you were born, I’ve played with your legs and feet. “Run run run” is one of our favorite games. I take your legs in my hands and make a running motion – pedaling motion, I suppose – with your legs. You love it, smiling brightly when we play this silly game. Sometimes we do “touchdown” at the end of a long run. Not always, of course, since even Barry Sanders doesn’t score on every run. Your attitude towards the whole “touchdown” thing seems to be a polite “yeah, whatever,” which I guess I can understand. You know, I should probably try “three pointer” instead, since I know that the Basketball Fan gene is hereditary. I can’t wait to play hoops with you. That’ll definitely be the topic of another letter and probably more than just one! But, back to your laugh attack…
Yesterday, on a whim, I decided to stomp your feet down together on the floor. At first, you simply smiled. But then a cute little laugh started to sneak out. Slowly and quietly at first, then louder and louder. I kept doing it and you kept clucking and laughing. Somewhere along the way, I started saying “it’s so funny!” each time your feet came down. Well, this must’ve been the funniest thing ever as far as you were concerned because you started to laugh even louder. We played for several minutes until I was laughing so hard, I had to stop in order to see through my tears. Oh, what joy you exude!
As wonderful as the memory of your delightful laugh is, my expectation of hearing it for so many years to come makes me tingle with happiness. May your life be filled with laughter and joy, my son. Please continue to share your joy with the world; it is a most precious gift.