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.
