We had a pretty great Thanksgiving. We shared our last holiday together (for a while) with family and friends. We had planned to go to the Marianna Caverns for a cave tour, but after driving an hour to get there we were told there was a three hour wait. (Of course I had called ahead and was told there was no need to make a reservation because there was NO wait.) Despite the fact that my plan didn’t work out, we had a pretty good trip that day. The boys giggled all the way there, a nice changed from our usual car rides.
Last night Ray and I stayed up way past our bedtime. We watched a movie from our bed, chatted, and just laughed. We laughed over the movie and just laughed because we were being silly. I laughed so hard I cried… laughed so hard that it was hard to stop. The movie ended and we still had the TV and light on, almost like neither of us wanted the evening to end. I know I didn’t.
It hit me hard that I will miss times like these. We laugh together so much, I don’t know what I’ll do without that. I found myself trying to record each detail of the evening in my brain so I could recall it on a sad day. We started laughing again and I wanted to take a picture of it, to remember. We laughed even harder over trying to take a picture of ourselves. Laughter just makes things better.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under Heaven: … a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3: 1, 4