you talk through your laughter; you barely complete your sentences it's raucous, rich, and resounding, uncontainable, unstoppable, unforgettable it goes bursting out without a warning
and sometimes tears are there, too: the kind that makes me laugh, too, and when i do, it's due to the joy of being there to see you laugh: a sight, a sound, a grounding that makes being here worth it
and your laugh comes from your belly and your heart is there, too and i like to think your heart is what makes your laugh so sonorous
and when i'm downstairs and you're up and i can hear your laughter from the other side of the house i can't not smile, too, and come join you because there's this gold treasure bursting out and i'm too selfish to let it pass without witnessing it
there is too much good there it floods through every room and whether i want it or not whether i'm in a good mood or not whether i'm playing "what's the point" or not it wets my feet and i'm a boy in a waterpark, skipping through the splash pads
you do that for me your smile, your laugh, your joy it's infectious they're my favorite part of living with you