I don’t think there is anything more special than hearing your child giggle, any child giggle, for that matter. There is something so pure and sweet about it.
This afternoon while I carried Braden from the car to his bed, all the while sleeping, as I lay him down, he started to giggle. He never woke up, just giggled. As I slowly took off his shorts, shirt and shoes, he giggled. As I changed his diaper, never waking up, he giggled.
What was he giggling about? Did I tickle him as I touched him or was he dreaming about something funny? I’ll never know. But his giggles made me stop! And smile! And giggle a little myself.