Cosmic Joke

Every now and then, as I am putting Lilian down for a nap, we get the giggles.  There is no rhyme or reason to this but it typically spawns from her.  Something strikes her as funny . . .the way I am singing?  the zipper on my fleece?  or, more typically, she is laughing at herself.  This specific laughter is irresistible and I cannot help but join (which is a little uncharacteristic of me as I tend to have razor sharp focus at naptime.)

But not with this laughter; it is just too much joy to the square inch.  The last time it happened and I really listened it felt as though this little 23 pound bundle understood it all; it was like she got the great cosmic joke.