I was taught at a very young age to never take things or people for granted.

I still look at the sun rising and the clouds in the sky in the evening. I see all this and think what a wonderful world. Even with all the evil that can surface this place is still beautiful.

Today as I sit here and think how wonderful it is I realize that The Best Sound I hear is the Laughter of my husband. When we live with someone we love with PTSD, anxiety, depression, or any health issues, I think we tend to appreciate the little things just a little more.

Makes my day to hear him have happiness in a sometimes very dark world in him.