Sometimes, when we laugh together and call each other silly names, I wish I could catch the moment in a jar. I want to keep it on my shelf, to open again when times are darker and when the lightness is gone. One twist of the lid, and it all comes back: the pointless jokes and funny faces, the happy feelings and the silliness. The tickling and chasing each other, the skipping and singing and smiling. I want to watch it chase the sadness away, the silence and the brooding, want to see it fill the room once more when laughter seems far away.