A few weeks ago, I waited on an egg sandwich at the coffeehouse adjacent to the wine & spirits store. Despite their Saturday morning rush, my ear was drawn to a single noise among the lazy conversations and frantic text message races.
Among the wide-armed chairs in the corner, a young mother tickled her daughter at intervals which drove the little girl to bursts of giddy laughter. Perhaps they sensed if she continued without pause, it would ruin the moment.
Perhaps it was purely spontaneous. I only know the little girl’s laugh was easily the best sound I heard all summer, a truly innocent display of glee so rarely unleashed in public.
I heard one of our time’s greatest voices, Neko Case, at the Ryman later that night, and despite her haunting tones, she can’t compare with the giggles emerging from that tiny moment.
1 comment:
nice post..as my kids get older, those moments of pure joy are more and more rare.
But much like the difference between falling in love and settling into the relationship - those moments of pure joy have been replaced with something far more complex and just as satisfying.
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