• 02Feb

    Thanks to all who are willing to laugh with me.  I love to laugh.  It is what helps me to survive and thrive.  Dan used to say with a chuckle that he married me because I made him laugh . . that and I did the laundry.  We laughed a lot.  If we weren’t laughing at and with each other than we were probably laughing at or with the kids.

    I remember a moment that had us both rolling.  We were sitting at the dinner table getting ready to eat when one of our children decided to exert some willfulness and decided not to participate in our prayer of thanksgiving for the food.  Then after we were done praying they protested that they hadn’t prayed yet.  Words often have a funny way of coming out of my mouth and this was no exception.  I told the willful one, “If you aren’t going to pray with the rest of us then you can’t pray at all.”  Then I looked up at Dan, paused, and said, “Boy! that didn’t come out right, did it?”  He just howled, and me along with him.  My theology isn’t really that screwed up, but it sure sounded like it.

    I also remember laughing so hard that my ribs literally ached the next day.  It was during a hurricane while I was in college.  Classes were somewhat suspended, things were not normal, we had some free time and Dan, Maria (his soon to be girlfriend at the time), Jeremy, and I were all in the Commons talking about teddy bears turning off alarm clocks, dump trucks picking us up for dates (easier to dump them that way), cranes for swinging us from 5th floor of the dorms right into the auditorium for our Fine Arts Dates and more.  You should ask Jeremy about that one, Missy.  It was great fun.

    On one of our many trips to the midwife’s (I think) we saw a sign that said “Town Hall” and it had an arrow pointing off to the right.  We so wished we had a camera.  Near as we could tell the arrow was pointing to an abandoned road going under some railroad tracks.  “Some hall,” we quipped “pretty drafty and cold during the winter, too, I bet.”  Hardly anyone gets that one, but we spent the next 15 minutes or so laughing about that “town hall.”  Actually we laughed at that one a lot longer than that.  That “town hall” came up in conversation many times over the months and years to follow.

    I’d love to hear him laugh again.  Things have just been so ‘heavy’ lately.  I’m not even sure I remember what his laugh sounds like anymore.  How can I forget so much so quickly?  Part of me wants to get on with life, but there is still so much I want to hold on to.  I suppose that’s normal.  It’s a part of what we feel at life changing events like going to college, getting married, leaving home, . . we are excited about what the future holds, but are afraid to leave the things we are used to behind.  I haven’t quite worked up an excitement about the future yet, but I know God has a plan for me and a purpose for my life and that purpose isn’t fulfilled yet so that means that I do have a future.  And frankly if God thinks bigger than Dan did then I guess that life with Him will never be boring either.