Peter Griffin lives as though being here is already an occasion. A familiar couch, a friend’s voice, an absurd thought—each can become enough to fill an afternoon with joy. He gives himself completely to these small moments, granting them the importance we usually reserve for
milestones. There is a kind of faith in that: the belief that an ordinary life contains more wonder than we will ever finish finding. His laughter makes that belief audible. It says that this room, these people, this brief and unrepeatable hour are worth being happy about.
