Renesmee sat on my lap, her tiny hand grasping my free arm. My other hand flicked across the paper, and although I offered her a piece to draw on she just sat quietly and watched.
I would have thought she would be bored, watching me do paperwork.
"You have really pretty handwriting."
I chuckled in understanding, and Nessie snuggled into my chest because she liked to feel laughter. Laughter was always contagious for her, and she often burst into fits of giggles even if she wasn't aware of what everyone else found humorous.
She had the most beautiful little laugh.