What's My Favorite Sound?

Several months ago I read that Sister Hinckley said that her favorite sound was the sound of the screen door slamming. She said it was summer and children playing and family.

I thought that was so beautiful and I had an immediate wash of guilt because I am sure that I would not love the sound of a screen door slamming if I had a screen door to slam. The same way I don't love sand in my house and melted freezies stuck to the couch.

So, I've been thinking ever since about what my favorite sound is and what it says about me. For months the top ranking sound has been the kutookitookishoo of junk being sucked up into the vacuum. Especially the guilty liberating KACHANKITANKICHOO of sucking something up that I didn't want anymore anyway, like playmobile pieces, toy money, and hair elastics. What does this say about me?

Finally, though, I've realized that my actual favorite sound, although the vacuum is running a close race, is my children laughing. Especially with each other. That's the greatest sound in the world.

And by the way, one of my favorite sights in the world are "summer legs," complete with their black and blue patches, skin-missing knees and mosquito bite scabs torn off. I'll post a better picture if I can capture one in the coming months.