Surrender

This morning in the kitchen, just minutes after waking up, I burst into a belly laugh so earthy and so wild that it made me glad to be alive in this moment even with all the terrible trouble and hand wringing because a four year old girl with a head of flying black hair hugged my leg so tight that I had to walk with her attached across the room to reach the coffee pot.

I cannot lasso this time or tame it. I gave up trying. I just let the laughter erupt as it will, lava from a dormant volcano.