Well, my sister and her family left this morning. What a wonderful time we had laughing together!
My cousin, who lives in town, also had her sister visiting this weekend. We all got together, and our cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling for each other's cameras.
We drank tea; we drank wine; we told stories about our mother and about being children - our cousins in our native country and my sister and I in the United States.
The men watched basketball, and the women were sisters. We shared so much, but mostly we laughed. I have had laryngitis during the past three days, but even with my squeaky voice, I think I laughed the loudest!
I needed that laugh; I wanted that laugh. I wanted to go off into a separate room and speak in a language that only we understood about a time that only we knew...and laugh hard about it.
...And so we did. We laughed about hard times and the way life lessons were learned. We laughed about our body shapes and "the way God made us". We laughed about men and about being wives, an we agreed that we all love being mothers.
The laughter was healing, restorative, invigorating. It brought to life a carefree part of me that I rarely see as an adult.
Laughing can do that. It can lift me out of total darkness or calm my agitated moods. I can honestly say that I seek it out. I gravitate towards people who make me laugh. There are blogs that I enjoy simply because they elicit a good laugh from me (or at least a joyful smile).
So if laughing is "jogging for the soul", as one reader described it in a comment on the previous post, I certainly got a good workout this weekend! And as any experienced runner will tell you, it sure does feel good afterwards :)
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