LAUGH

This morning I wrote two intentions but I only remember one of them: to laugh.

Just as I was putting Lilian down for her nap she said, "laugh Mommy."

I replied, "what?"  as if this was some outlandish request.

Holding Blair (who was attempting to lunge out of my arms and into the crib with Lilian; can't blame her there), I did what was very clearly a fake laugh.

Lilian made the request again, "no, LAUGH!"

So I conjured up a good, sincere laugh.  From the gut.  And she did in return and Blair undoubtedly broke into a smile (although I could not see her face as it was inches from Lilian's.)

And there is was; my little teacher reminding me of what I had wished for.