|“Laughter is the spark of the soul.” — Unknown|
Last night I dreamed of laughter. It was a dream with no plot, no protagonist, certainly no antagonist – nothing more than scenes of people in my life whose laughter I love and have loved. The scenes made me smile, but I woke with a tear because many of those in my dream are no longer with me.
I always knew how I loved the sounds of their laughter – deep and throaty, soft and giggly, or hearty and boisterous. I am often aware of how I miss “the spark of their soul.” But the dream was a reminder to enjoy and appreciate more, the laughter of those still with me.
Remember those little laugh bags? Such a silly little toy, but what a great laugh the man who made the recording had. As a child, I often laughed so hard it made my tummy hurt.
Laughter is a gift that grows more precious as we get older. It came easily and often when I was a child. But today, there are few people with whom I enjoy laughing beyond polite giggling. People who laugh easily are gifts to us all.
What changes as we become adults? Is it because we don’t take the time to notice and appreciate the little things that used to make us laugh? Do we take life too seriously? Do we consider laughter childish?
All I know is when I do have the rare fit of laughter that makes my cheeks hurt, brings tears to my eyes and tightens my stomach, I consider it a very good day.
Here’s to enjoying laughter and those who laugh!