hurt too easily. now that my children are young adults with
strong characters and clever opinions, i have tried to laugh at
myself more than wear my feelings on my sleeve.
in fact, i laugh so often with them, that i now consider them a
tonic or a good stiff drink . . .
they don't let me drive them places, because frequently i get the
giggles so bad that i am not a safe driver.
hans will call, and i will not be able to talk coherently.
"are you with the kids?"
giggles.
"are you inebriated on them again?"
snort.
"ARE YOU DRIVING?"
gasp.
he will then call one of the girls to make sure they are
driving.
embarrassing.
"she can laugh at the days to come." proverbs 31:25b
love,
lea
