There is one kind of laugh that I always did recommend; it looks out of the eye first with a merry twinkle, then it creeps down on its hands and knees and plays around the mouth like a pretty moth around the blaze of a candle, then it steals over into the dimples of the cheeks and rides around in those whirlpools for a while, then it lights up the whole face like the mellow bloom on a damask rose, then it swims up on the air, with a peal as clear and as happy as a dinner-bell, then it goes back again on gold tiptoes like an angel out for an airing, and it lies down on its little bed of violets in the heart where it came from.
- - - Josh Billings

My mother played the Harp and sometimes I thought I could hear angels sing when I was growing up. I know she is playing it now where she is...God Bless Haley and I wish I could hear you play in person... I miss the sound....":O) duane lee