Life, Love and Laughter

I am in Youth, Part II. In other words, I’ve been ‘round the bend a few times, have heard every expletive known to man, and an expert in the how’s and why’s of wifeology and motherhood. I can look at my four adult children and think, ”how in the world did I grow these people and why am I not in the nut house?” I can look at my husband of some 49 years and think, “and the reason I married you was?” But I look back and think of the life, love and laughter that has followed me into my golden years, and I am glad I stayed the course.

Life is a bowl of spilled milk on your freshly mopped floor. Life is “growing up” your children and struggling to grow with them. Life is wrapping your arms around your husband when he becomes unlikable. Life is hurting for your children when they’re disappointed. Life is holding back tears and smiling when you’re down. Life is not looking down at someone else when you’re up. Life is waking up to a brand new day and living that day to it’s fullest – hoping for a tomorrow – but living it in such a way as to not be quite sure it will appear. Life is good.
Love is cleaning up the spilled milk and holding your temper. Love is understanding and patience with your children’s growing pains. Love is often laughing and crying at the same time. Love heals little boys skinned knees and teenage daughters broken hearts. Love is a friend who knows all your faults and still loves you. Love is a gift to be received and an even better present to give others. Love is good.