Tonight my youngest called me while Patrick and I were shopping. I don’t typically like talking on the phone in public, but I took the call. Emma was outside and her dog kept trying to run away, even though he was on a leash. Apparently he was zipping back and forth and it made her laugh. A lot. So we didn’t have much of a conversation, which was fine. I’d spend all night listening to her laughter. I miss it, and I’m thankful for a few minutes of hearing my daughter sound so happy.