I buried my face in my husband's shoulder, uncontrollably laughing, trying to get myself semi-under control, (I never get fully under control, lol) as we were out to dinner last night. Our former children's pastor, Trinity Mackley, came into town and stayed with us for the last two nights. We went out to dinner -- he and Larry and I along with Jordan and Savanna. In our conversation which was quite delightful, I was reduced to cry-laughing.
This happens often.
I laugh so hard I sometimes fall off the couch.
Or leave the room.
Or bury my face in a tissue.
I've had passersby thinking I've had too much to drink, when I wasn't drinking at all. One time somebody offered to call me a cab. In all seriousness. That made me laugh even harder.
My kids are used to it. They just say, "there she goes again..." and shake their heads in amusement.
They get a kick out of the fact that I laugh at my own stories and jokes before I can even get the punchline out.
I don't need an audience...I laugh at my own stuff whether anybody's around or not.
Jordan says he doesn't even need to see me to know I'm around -- he can pick out my laugh from a room even pretty far away and know I'm in the vicinity.
I believe it's important to laugh a lot. It helps A LOT with life.
My sister Shari often remarks that life is hard. She follows that up quickly by saying...but God is so good, so faithful. My friend Sheri Hawley says that her Momma told her, "Sheri you're either going to cry a lot or laugh a lot" and says that she made the choice to laugh.
The Bible says laughter is like a medicine. I believe it's an important part of wellness, of life, of relationships and of parenting.
My kids have seen me go through a lot of hard times, more than I ever wanted them to see. I believe for all the hard times, it's just as important for them to see me experience joy, even over silly things.
It's good for the soul. So good.