Getting ready for bed is anything but silent, except for Ashlyn, who usually knocks out to the lullaby of Brielle's expressed irritation that Melía is being so hyper (hyperactivity noise eclipsed only by that of Brielle's expressed irritation).
But this night, Ashlyn had the giggles. And we were trying to pray.
When it came her turn to say words to the Almighty, she laughed instead, and said, "Amen."
"My laughing is my prayer," she observed.
Indeed. And maybe a better one than most.
As Meister Eckhart, 14th-century German mystic and theologian, said, "God created out of the laughter of the Trinity."
Of the truth of this proposition, Ashlyn is awfully good evidence.