Laughter is one thing that I noticed has been absent more than present in my life over the last 10 years. Life just got serious and was coming at me so fast, I forgot to stop and enjoy things along the way.
I feel better after a good laugh. Laughing until your sides hurt, cheeks hurt, and tears run down your face is liberating and therapeutic. Peeing your pants while laughing so hard is the only time that type of "accident" is acceptable and typically comes with more laughter! (Fortunately, I've yet to experience the pee your pants laughter.)
The other night I was working on a sweater that I had been crocheting since last year. I started this sweater as a birthday gift for my husband, Jon. A gift I was hoping to give him last year. My dog died in late January, my son decided to stop eating and then he landed in the hospital for 19 days; so I got side-tracked and really lost my desire to continue making this sweater.
I decided to resume crocheting this sweater with the hopes to complete it for Jon's up and coming birthday. I was so excited that I had both the front and back panels done to a point where I could connect them; however, I was a bit worried that the sweater might not be "large" enough so I asked Jon to put on the sweater so I could see how it looks before I finished attaching the panels together and attempt to add sleeves and a collar.
As soon as Jon put it on I collapsed in complete belly laughing laughter. The sweater looks ridiculous and it looks like something "I made" and not professionally done. I am glad that my emotions took me down the road of "laughing at my ridiculous sweater" rather than me being disappointed and weepy-eyed over it not looking "perfect". Jon and I sat there and laughed and laughed. I am so glad he was a good sport and tried it on, asked me to take a picture of him and just laughed and laughed with me. It felt so good to laugh so hard.
I realized that a good laugh is like a good cry. You know how you sob and even hours later a little sob sound escapes your body. Well, the same thing happened with me Sunday with the sweater. I decided to stay up and read a book on my Kindle for a little bit and right before I was going to call it a night, I decided to check F/B and a friend of mine posted a message and I began to belly laugh (although trying to stifle it as Jon was sleeping next to me in bed and I didn't want to wake him) and I couldn't stop laughing for a good 10 minutes. I was laughing so hard the bed was shaking and I don't know how Jon managed to sleep through it.
It felt so good to laugh - what a nice way to fall asleep, with laughter in my soul.
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