I’ve been lucky that week after week we’ve been able to have friends or family here. It would have been so much easier if we lived in Tampa or Daytona, where we have lots of loved ones. We have managed the past months on the hearts of those that taken time to come to Georgia and stay with us.
Some have come for a visit, some have brought their kids, some have stayed and helped what they could, some were friendly faces when needed most.
And some? Were good, old-fashioned belly laughs!
Some caused me to cry and snort and do the most unladylike giggling possible.
It’s not often I will call someone out by name. But everyone who has known Jen will know what I mean when I say that this week I’m doing more than my share of laugh therapy.
It’s pretty healing.
Like tonight. Jen’s three-year-old Z wanted to play tag with the big girls. Mom wanted her help in cleaning up all the pieces of rice that didn’t make it to her mouth. So, there’s Jen, picking up rice, Z whining that she wanted to play tag. A no-win situation.
“TAG! YOU’RE IT!”
There was a moment so perfect as Z’s hand energetically slapped the plate, rice SHOT up into the air, and mom realized what was about to happen with no hope of stopping it….it couldn’t be recreated if you tried.
I had to look away. So did Jen.
We both shook with glee!
Laugh therapy, we’re ALL getting a healthy dose this week.