Laughter.
That is what I heard as we drove home from church tonight.
It continued as we made our way into the house.
It’s still happening as I write this post.
Laughter.
Sisters telling each other pickup lines.
“Let’s flip a coin. Head, I’m yours. Tails, you’re mine.”
“You’re pretty and I’m cute. Wanna be pretty cute together?”
“Your hand looks heavy, can I hold it for you?”
“On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you this weekend?”
Laughter.
Followed by snorting.
The snorting comes naturally from their mother’s side of the family.
My side of the family snores.
Her side of the family snorts.
I guess it’s possible that my girls could snore snort if they laugh in their sleep.
Laughter is good medicine.
For broken hearts.
That’s what we have this week.
Broken hearts.
We put our dog down on Monday.
We cried and cried and cried.
Tonight we laugh and laugh and laugh.
And snort.
Well, 2 out of 3 do.
Sisters.
Helping one another through grief.
And their daddy too.
“Dad, would you have used any of these pickup lines back in your day?”
Your main pickup line was probably “want to go to church with me Wednesday night? There will be pizza.”
Laughter.
I almost snorted.
Almost.
The Bible says “there is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven. A time to weep and a time to laugh.”
Tonight was the time.
For snorting.
Solomon hadn’t met our family yet.
And laughter.
© Travis L. Edwards