I have bad days, like most people. When it seems like everything is going to collapse down upon me, when I can’t breathe, can’t smile, laugh, move, function; I have my children. They can make a bad day, good. They have this internal mechanism that senses when I need a laugh, or a hug. Mostly they make me laugh.
I love to laugh and to have a good time and not worry about everyday stresses. Alas, most days that isn’t so. I miss my husband tremendously. I miss his laughter, his twinkling eyes, his warmth, smell, touch; I miss his hugs and kisses the most. While I feel melancholy, my children pick up on this and do silly little things to make me laugh. For instance, my 3 yr old daughter tells me while I am making her breakfast, “Momma, I love you. You are my friend and I tell my friends secrets.” How astute she is in her observations of my long face, lol. She has been the one to make me laugh the most, not because she is special or that no one else can make me laugh, because it just so happens she is the youngest and has the most innocence of all the kids. My boys and my oldest daughter make me laugh all the time too but DD3 is the funniest.
My boys make me laugh with their silly antics, my DD5 makes me laugh with her many “fluffies” and pretend burps. They all tell me how much they love me and they all in their own unique way, have special abilities to make me laugh. They are smart, funny, respectful and loving, very loving. I couldn’t be a happier mother. They make my days brighter and less lonely and a little more interesting, to say the least. Laughter really is the best medicine…
Me either my love, I am counting down the days as I am sure you are too. I love you!
I cant wait to be home again with you and the kids.