Years ago, I remember "everyone" saying there isn't anything better than a child's laughter. While agreeing that they were probably right, I thought that people must have meant that the best laughter was from a child under the age of adulthood. Last night I opened my eyes and ears and knew I had been wrong for so many years. My daughter is a 32 year old professional woman with a life of her own. I have always thought that she got a little too excited over "childish" things and just accepted it as being "her." I learned a very valuable lesson from her excitement last night; one I should have learned years ago.
Last evening, my husband and I went out to dinner with our two daughters. Dinner took a little more time than anticipated so I made arrangements to ride home with my two daughters and my husband would pick me up after the meeting he had been planning to attend. The three of us had a pleasant evening. The two of them made jokes about me not being able to adequately use my smart phone and I told them that they probably wouldn't know how to interact with the human race if their smart phones didn't have a google app telling them how to do it.
While discussing what can and can not be done with a smart phone, the two dogs, one being a very active 10 week old puppy, began feeling neglected and demanded attention. All three of us turned our attention immediately to the neglected canines. Her ferocious canines playfully mauled us and each other as they fought for our attention. The dogs determined that 20 minutes was enough time to exercise their humans, so after the allotted time, each retired to the side of their owner and all was quiet except for the pleasant sounds of human conversation.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and both of the dogs raised their head and looked up to their owner as if to say, "how dare someone disturb our quiet family." Knowing that it was my husband at the door, my eldest daughter jumped up from the couch like a toddler excited about a present being given to her.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! It's your grandpa pups, it's your grandpa!" She started to do the Snoopy happy dance and incited the dogs to a near ecstatic frenzy. Her dance continued as she opened the door and her affectionate dogs greeted my husband. The dogs tails were wagging excitedly and if my daughter had a tail hers would be the one that was wagging the most. She laughed and laughed, her entire face engulfed by her laugh. I sat with amazement as I watched her face and actions being engulfed by her laugh. Yes, this was a childish act....an act that I will treasure forever.