I think y'all are settling right in and getting to know me. We've mentioned things over and over. I enjoy chatting, friends, tea, rain (which is why two-tenths of my soul died in Utah), writing, laughing. I really love to laugh. The laughing-so-hard-you-can't-breathe type. Like that one time, or ten, when pop came out of my nose. It stings, actually. I can't recommend that.
Laughter is the perfect bandaid for any situation. Not that nervous laughter reserved for people who are awkward in social arenas. I mean the disarming, genuine laughter, that puts people at ease. You will instantly know when you have met someone with the unique gift for comfortable timing and well placed banter. Mark these friends. Keep them. Come some season you will need to call upon them when the days are dark. Like when your two year old is peeing on the floor and you've lost any and all knowledge of humor. I think its not even a thing when you are parenting toddlers. It comes back later though. Once the urine routinely goes in the toilet and not on the carpet.
I laugh most when I am with my tribe. The people that know me best. Over a game of Scrabble that I am always winning. Midway through cards when my "friend" goes out while I am clearly not even in my foot yet. Negative three thousand points right there. A perfect recipe for Diet Coke flavored mucous. And for all those games I won because my score keeping math skills are unrivaled, the best memories are the ones where in my mind's eye I see the faces of those I love with big smiles or eyes raining tears from unbridled laughter. For in that. Is life.
Life is meant for joy, you guys. Joy. Banter. Laughter. It's Gods best plan for us. Abundant life.
More of that, okay?
For the record. Negative three thousand points in Hand and Foot does not make me laugh.
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