It reminds me of that night on the moving walkway in the airport, when he propped his hands on his knees, bent over, and laughed so hard that he could barely breathe. I hadn’t realized then what a special moment that was. I hadn’t realized that he didn’t create a lot of room in his life for laughter. I do now, though. So I watch him. I admire him. I laugh along with him. My chest swells until it feels so full that it could burst.
