I realized this morning just how many things over the years have been so serious, so... depressing. One of those moments where I caught a glimpse of the many things I've been through that have just been plain old tough. Certainly not fair. Just as this very sobering thought was beginning to really gel, I was caught off guard with one memory after the other of some pretty funny stuff. For every painful experience, it seems I can match it with laughter.
I'm not talking about your regular laughs, either. It's those times where you catch yourself laughing so much it hurts, while trying to catch your breath. Finally you end up muttering something that sounds like "whoo" as the laugh dies down, only to bubble up again a second later.
Most of these times are of the you-had-to-be-there variety, but I do have an all-time favorite that translates fairly well. Especially if you are a parent of more than one child.
This morning I am thinking of so many times I've eeked out "I can't breathe!" - many times on the phone with Kerri and something just hits us both as hysterically funny, and as many times with my husband Paul when we are home in the evening watching sports and just being what we call "goobers".
Yes, the painful times are still there, but I am forever grateful for so much laughter along the way.