The other night I was washing dishes, scraping dried nacho cheese off of a plate after a day of snacking and laying around with my closest friends. In the other room my friends were vacillating between giggles and belly laughs, filling my tiny studio apartment with their sound. My heart swelled with gratitude and happiness for this little moment; it feels full and rich. I savor the immense joy in these little moments, and I fight the urge to try to hold onto it. They're leaving in the morning, and my apartment will go back to being a quiet dwelling. It's such a simple pleasure, hearing the people you love laughing. It's one of my favorite things in the whole world. Although this moment is fleeting, there is comfort in knowing these moments can and will happen again.