The laughter of children. That’s what makes me laugh. Not just in Thunder Mountain, where the children are as safe as anyone can be these days with the wolves of Daniel howling at the doors. But out there. Outside in the world.

A few days ago I saw a group of children playing tag in the schoolyard in Milhaven. Laughing and running, lost in the moment, not caring about anything except the game. So free and joyful ­ so rare! ­ that you couldn't help but want to laugh with them.

God says, "I bring only beautiful things into the world."

The laughter of children is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. And it’s infectious. It means that there’s still hope for our future, and that’s a joyous thing.