“The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.” -E.E. Cummings
So I couldn’t help but write a little note about my husband’s reaction to my last few posts. And then our subsequent laughter. Proving once again, you really can laugh at terribly sad things.
Seth was out when I wrote and published the last post. I couldn’t wait for him to get home so he could read it. This one even made me tear up. I’m not a big crier so I was shocked when I re-read the post and felt tears pooling in my eyes.
(How silly considering I wrote the thing!)
I was curious to see his reaction. He is a crier so I knew he probably would. (Sorry honey but, you know you are.) But I was surprised at our reaction afterwards. This is how it goes…
Seth reads the post. I am sitting there staring at his face as he reads it. I am trying not to be obvious about it so I am pretending to clean up the kitchen.
(Shhh. I’m sneaky like that.)
He finishes. Looks up at me with tears rolling down his face and says, “That’s horrible!”
For a second I’m offended. What? Then I realize he’s talking about that time in our life, not my writing.
I look at him with tears in my own eyes as that memory breaks the surface again and tries to taunt me. Reminding me of how incredibly sad and helpless I felt then.
It only stays for a moment though and then retreats back into the cave where I have sentenced it to live in the back of my mind. Those memories of complete sadness are not allowed out very often.
Then I look back up at Seth and our eyes meet. We both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
ME- “That sucked!”
SETH- “It did suck didn’t it!”
And then we laugh some more. Because that’s what we can do now. I never want to go back to that place of grief but, sometimes it’s a good reminder of how sweet the laughter can be.
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