Finding joy sometimes just happens.


Our 2nd Person's POV

I can't contain my laughter as he complains through a grin.

The raked leaves get higher and I see the glint in his eyes, his plan clear as day.

With a glance at the pile, I grin broadly and throw down my rake."Oh, what the hell." I jump into the pile throwing leaves everywhere.

His clear, melodic laugh is something I cherish.

He cocks his head before jumping in next to me.

I throw a handful of leaves at him with a chuckle.

He's taught me how to laugh again.

I've shown him how to believe.

We're perfectly happy.