I had just finished changing her diaper and sat her up in the pack 'n play while I went to grab a water. She was smiling at me when I returned, so I stopped what I was doing and sat down by her. We played peek-a-boo for 45 wonderful minutes. She laughed so hard and squealed with joy. It was the best sound.
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I realized that her laughter does not depend on her company, but more so the quality of attention that she gets. It is easy to forget to soak it all in. I get stuck in the daily routine of accomplishing tasks: feeding the kids, cleaning the kids, cleaning the house, documenting life, etc.
I didn't get a video or lots of pictures, I just soaked it in. I loved every minute of it. I needed this reminder. I needed to remember to slow down and spend a few extra minutes a day just soaking up her laughter. We were so close to never hearing its beautiful sound. And I can't imagine life without it dancing in my ears.