
I believe that to have one or two people in your life who burst into heartfelt laughter at you on a regular basis is a fortunate gift. To have more than a couple such friends, as I do, is to be blessed and highly favored indeed. I’m so grateful for those people in my life, and recalled tonight the very first time I recognized this gift. My high school best friend and I were riding the after-school bus home. I don’t remember the situation, but I do remember I was upset and venting, possibly crying, and I said something that made her laugh out loud. That made me laugh, and the upset was over. I just sent that friend a hostage note proclaiming that I would die if I didn’t receive a certain recipe by noon tomorrow. As I hit send I imagined her reading it, and I could hear and even feel her unique, musical laughter erupt as she read it. And so I thought to mention my gratitude for her, and for those several other friends who frequently laugh at my way of expressing myself. You know who you are. Thank you for your laughter: I treasure it and I love you.
I had a recent conversation with someone dear and I noticed afterwards that there was a lightness in me. It felt strange since I have a tendency to carry a heavy heart. An understatement. I can’t even name what part of the conversation caused this in me, although I’m certain there was some bit of laughter, a LIGHTness amid the heaviness and darkness of the world. And more, there was a simple resonance of feeling understood, content to be myself in the company of another. Thank you, Rita.