I'm addicted to my daughter's laugh. I come home everyday, and the first thing I want to do is go over and tickle her or chase her around the room to make her giggle.
She hasn't quite realized that when I chase her, she should run away from me. Usually, as soon as she realizes I'm following her, she turns around with her signature crinkly-nosed grin and runs full tilt right at me. I guess I should be glad she's not shy.
I don't mean this to be one of those sickeningly sweet posts about happiness, rainbows and daffodils, but I can't help it. I'm addicted. And if I'm addicted to anything, I guess it's good it is only my daughter's laugh.