Have you ever heard my grandmother laugh?
It's like smelling breakfast waiting for you on a Sunday morning, the sound of coffee pouring as the steam wafts above it.
Watch her face change from serene to that of a newborn baring it's first smile.
Oh when she laughs, I can only laugh harder. She's contagious.
A sound that solidifies that you're finally home.
Just like when grandpa comes bearing those oatmeal cookies he's so proud of.
A sound that reminds you who you do it for.
A sound that encourages you to just keep going.