I have many thoughts churning in my head, some in response to comments, and some in response to a post on another blog… But , as luck would have it, I’ve also got a headache churning in my head, and that’s making me feel far too muddled to attempt to translate the big thoughts into coherent words.  (Also, forgive typos!)

So, this’ll be short and sweet. It’s Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day has taken on a sort of Thanksgiving-for-love feel for me. And I am so incredibly thankful for the love in my life; I honestly don’t have the words to do it justice. But I thought I’d pick one small thing to talk about and try to do it a teeny bit of justice.

There are an infinite number of things that make me burn with love, happiness, desire, delight, and comfort when it comes to my Man.  Antonio’s laughter , and my reaction to it, is just one. 

The first time I experienced Antonio laughing, I gasped, and got a little wide-eyed. Hands down, he has the most gorgeous laugh I have ever heard. It’s indescribable, really, and I’m not the only one to notice. Everyone who knows him knows he has an amazing laugh. But I know I am more desperately in love with it than anyone else. It’s a powerful, honest, dazzling sound. It sounds like smooth gravel drizzled in honey, it feels like a drug – it is the definition of pleasure. It seems like a treasure, something precious that you’d be lucky to experience it even once.  And if that were the case, I would gladly go to the ends of the Earth to find things to make him happy enough to open his mouth and laugh. But by some added miracle, he laughs openly and often.

Just thinking about it now is making me grin like a fool (in love.)

Here is a bit of a poem I love, about laughter… I like it best in Spanish, but I’ll post the English as well.  It’s (aptly) called “Your Laughter.”

Mi lucha es dura y vuelvo

con los ojos cansados

a veces de haber visto

la tierra que no cambia,

pero al entrar tu risa

sube al cielo buscándome

y abre para mí todas

las puertas de la vida.

My struggle is harsh and I come back

with eyes tired

at times from having seen

the unchanging earth,

but when your laughter enters

it rises to the sky seeking me

and it opens for me all

the doors of life.

~Pablo Neruda