Anthony fell asleep on the couch watching TV.
I woke him up to get him to bed, and he sat up—eyes half open, hair wild, face twisted in some kind of dream state.
I think he was still asleep.
Isabelle saw it and could not stop laughing. And it was funny. We all laughed.
Anthony didn’t mind. He blinked a few times, smiled a little, and shuffled off to bed.
Just a silly little moment—but the kind that sticks. Because there are all kinds of ways to laugh in a family.
And when it’s kind and easy and shared like that—That’s the good kind.
