August 12, 2015
It's that little laugh of his that does her in. It would sound like a grunt that turns into a giggle. He would sound like a 5-year-old and he'd cover his mouth, as if embarassed by the cute way he just laughed. She would be across the room and she'd know if it was him laughing, she'd crane her neck just to see him covering his mouth while laughing, as if he could stop the cute. She is endeared by this quirk. In the mornings it is what she looks forward to at the breakfast table. Good times.