People have asked, “How can you still laugh?”
To be honest, I understand the question very well.
It would be just too easy to let it all take over. To give in. Give up.
It is a slow, baby-stepping, small-improvement, thankful-for-every-tiny-thing kind of thing.
And I laugh.
Maybe some don’t, but I have to.
I have to laugh and make inappropriate jokes.
I smirk at my own mistakes.
I get the giggles like a whore at church.
I face each day. Each day as I didn’t want and never planned.
But I DO face each day.
Something they gave up on me ever doing.
So, I laugh.
At jokes. At the things my kids do. At reruns of great shows. At my cat that falls off the couch. At my husband singing hair bands in the shower.
At having a day to be alive that I wasn’t supposed to have.
THAT is how I laugh every day.