I grew up in a family where making people laugh was an art form. Carefully crafted stunts and perfectly timed jokes often ruled our dinners. As the youngest I was often laughing because everyone else was, not because I actually knew what was funny. It wasn't until I got a bit older that I recognized the hilarity in my Dad giving my Nana an Easter Lemon because the store was all out of Easter Lilies.
Tonight Justin and I were driving around and I made a joke. Justin started laughing, and I'm so grateful for that sound. I'm grateful that we have a relationship full of laughter, and that someday our children will look back on a childhood full of laughter.
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