Monday, August 9, 2010

You make me laugh


Maniacal giggling as they scheme to overturn their grandpa's float in the pool.

Happy shrieks as they chase the Westie around and around and around in circles.

Silly guffaws as Daddy slays them with ridiculous knock knock jokes. 

Sly chuckles as someone wonders if they'll get busted breaking the rules of Candy Land.

Snickers from the adults as a series of entirely inappropriate double entendres get tossed above the kids' heads.  

Uproarious, gut-aching laughing at the dinner table as we remember stories of other childhoods, of other grandparents now gone, of other family vacations together.

I posted a few months back about wondering where my sillies had gone.  I found 'em this week.  They were right here - right with the same 3 kids that I scold all week to pick up laundry, hang up towels, and take dishes to the sink.  My sillies were right here in the minivan on a 12-hour drive that could only be survived through fits of giggles and a suspension of all seriousness.  They were right here with my husband, snorting with laughter late in the night as we tripped over small bodies in sleeping bags to get to our bed.  They were right here with my second grade girl as she and I swam like seals and slipped on our bellies on top of pool floats, off into the water.   There were here with my aunt and I as we traded dirty jokes about yoga poses and ended up laughing hysterically. They were here with my uncle's dry wit, my dad's tragic puns, and my own quirky take on the world. 

Yep, that's right.  I found my sillies. 

My grandmother,  profoundly wise woman that she was, would often wipe her eyes after a good chuckle, and say "it's no laughing matter, but its no matter if you laugh."  I can't offer anyone the recipe for success, the no-fail technique for a happy life.  But I have the most distinct hunch that a crowd that can laugh - laugh so hard your sides ache and tears squeeze out of your eyes - is a crowd that can make it through most things.  

"You make me laugh." - it's ultimate compliment around here.



This post is linked to Bridget Chumbley's One Word at a Time blog carnival on Laughter.  How could posts on that be hard to read? Go check 'em out!!

12 comments:

Glynn said...

There's nothing like kids to bring out the laughs -- in them and us. Even my now grown sons -- it still gets the "sillies."

katdish said...

There's nothing like a good, side splitting, tear enducing laugh. That's just the best! Glad you found your sillies. Although I suspect they were never too far away.

Helen said...

I love to laugh until my sides hurt so bad that I start to cry. That is the best feeling.

Keda said...

I love to laugh, even though I hardly do it enough. I wonder if anyone ever laughs as much as they should?

Janet Oberholtzer said...

Hi, found you via the Blog Carnival.
And I agree getting through everyday and especially tough days, is easier with laughter.

Kathleen Overby said...

Finding our sillies again. That's important. We forget so easily. Thanks. :)

HisFireFly said...

Amen to "It's no matter if you laugh"

That's why we all need to find our sillies on a regular basis!

HisFireFly said...

Amen to "It's no matter if you laugh"

That's why we all need to find our sillies on a regular basis!

HisFireFly said...

Amen to "It's no matter if you laugh"

That's why we all need to find our sillies on a regular basis!

Bridget Chumbley said...

First, I can't believe how similar our posts are (at least the beginning). :)

I love that you found your sillies... that makes me happy!

CaraBee said...

Hear hear! I have always said that laughter is the most important thing.

Missed you this weekend. :(

hezro said...

Awesome. And love the photo of you too!

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