My question of the week is simply, what
is your favorite sound? It might pop
into your mind immediately, and it may take you a few minutes to come up with
it. Is it the sound of a baby? Maybe it’s the sound of your pet. It could be that you like the sound of
isolation, like that of the outdoors, alone.
Maybe you’re a little different and you like the noise of downtown
traffic. Whatever it is, we all have our
favorite sound. Think about what it is
and key in on it.
For
me, it is easy. It has always been the
laugh of my daughter Alison. It is
distinctive and she holds nothing back.
I love it. I have made no secret
of the fact I love to make people laugh and I especially love to make her
laugh. I always have. I’ll go out of my way to tease her, pick on
her, and do what I can to break her up.
If I sense she is down, she is that much more of an open target for me. She is rarely down.
For
a few years, as she was growing up, I teased her by telling her the second she
graduated from High School, she was out of the house. She would laugh and roll her eyes at me and
look at her mother for help. The night
of her graduation, we came home after the ceremony. Alison and a couple friends were going to
stop by before they went out. I was
ready for her. We had the front porch
light on for them. I had placed her
suitcase on the front porch. I heard the
car door shut. A few seconds later I heard
that laugh. Oh, I love that sound. It’s hard to believe that was over 20 years
ago.
She’s
been married for almost 14 years and has two beautiful kids. They live 10 minutes from us and we get to
see them all the time. That is a gift
from God. I’m having just as much fun as
ever. Usually when she calls, she will
call my wife’s phone. One day the phone
rang and I was closest to it as my wife was down the hall. Not good for Alison.
“Hello?”
“Well
Hi. Why are you answering my mother’s
phone?”
“Oh,
is this her phone?” There were giggles.
“Yes,
it is. Does she know you’re on it?”
“She’ll
get over it. Is there something you
want? We might be doing something.”
“Wow,
you’re rude. Are you doing something?”
“It’s
my job to be rude. I’m married to your
mother. And yes, I am doing
something. I’m talking to you. What do you want?” A slight laugh because she knows my sarcasm.
“We
were thinking about coming over. I was
calling to check to see if you guys were there.”
“We’re
here, but we’ve moved.” Now she really
cracks up. I smile from her laugh. I get what I want.
“You’ve
moved? Where did you move to?”
“Someplace
else.” She laughs some more.
“Oh
brother. Where? What address?”
“Oh. It must be the Topamax I’m on. I forget.
Here’s your mother. I’m sure she
can tell you. Come on over when you get
the address. See you soon.” She was laughing when I handed over the phone
to Lana.
Even
on her biggest day, her wedding day, as we walked down the aisle, she needed
loosening up. Alison is always a
gorgeous woman, but on that day she was stunning. As we began the long walk down the aisle, we
were both nervous. I looked over at her
and she looked back to me, showing not her normal, carefree smile. As we began our walk, I whispered a couple
little one-liners to her, cracking her up.
She seemed to relax a little for the rest of our walk. It didn’t help me much.
Until
I draw my last breath and I go before the Lord to try to crack Him up, I will
make it my mission to hear Alison’s laugh as much as I can. That sound just goes through me like no
other. I love my son Daryn very much and
he knows it because I tell him so all the time, but he knows there is something
special between a Dad and a daughter because he has two of them. Daryn and I are about to leave together for a
fishing trip to Canada in about three weeks.
I’m funnier than he is. Not by
much. He’s a better fisherman and better
father and better looking. Not by
much. He knows of what I speak when it
comes to Dad/daughter relationships. I
am proud of both our kids.
What
is your favorite sound? Think of it
today and every day. Try to put yourself
in a position to hear it at least once a week.
Love it. Feel it go through
you. I love you Alison more than you
will ever know.
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