I have just inhaled this day. When I woke up to a completely blank slate, I wondered how in the world I would fill it. One word quietly came to mind "laughter".
My Second Son dropped by a few nights ago and told me a traumatic little story about "his body calling the shots" these days and he had me clutching my sides. I laughed so long and so hard that it physically hurt me. I knew in that moment that the gift of laughter has been sorely lacking within this quiet little life of mine.
I laughed a lot this Sunday. I wrote a little blog about it over at MyKawartha.com: