mom

one of my favorite things is hearing my mom laugh. it always catches me off-guard and is like a balm, smoothing away the day's wrinkles and capping the night (this night, at least) with echoes of it hanging about and landing softly on my eyelashes, on my bed - even on my current russian novel. perhaps my mom's laughter is the equivalent of fairy dust - it makes you want to somehow capture some of it and bottle it up.

and the best part? the catalyst to tonight's bout of laughter was a couple of kakaotalk messages with those weird little emoticons. who knew such silly text images could send her up the wall? jeez, i love her.