Giggling Girls

Returning to Ohio for just a few days, I look out the window as evening falls. It is Spring outside, and the daffodils are up. Their spring-green leaves and yellow buds glow in the golden evening sun. Beautiful.

But what has caught my attention is giggling. My nieces are in the front yard, giggling, kicking a soccer ball around. I have a great life, but it has a serious lack of giggling. I don't think there is a happier sound in the universe, pure joy, completely unabashed.

I try to catch them with a photograph, but they see me and run around the side of the house, giggling more. I guess I will just listen from inside the house and savor the sound.