Better to Laugh

Sometimes it is hard to laugh, but it is exactly what we need.  My father-in-law, Dad, went home to the Lord last Sunday.  How fitting that he should go home on a Sunday so that he can worship with the Lord.  My heart is heavy because I miss him, but then there are moments that outright bring a hearty laugh. 

My son was trying to figure out with our other son what he should wear to the viewing, because he only had one good outfit.  My mother-in-law, Mom, yelled up the stairs, “Oh, are you going to wear what I am going to wear? I thought I would wear my birthday suit!”  The two boys looked at each other in shock of the visual, and then we all started laughing.  It was the first time in a week that I had heard Mom sound like herself.

Today was my first day back to school since leaving Saturday morning to be with the family in Wisconsin.  Also, the students had ISTEP standardized testing this week.  My PE class right after lunch came in kind of rambunctious.  I said, “Hey, what’s up with you guys?  You are kind of rowdy.”  One of the middle school boys said, in the most sincere way, “Sorry, Ms. Dawn.  We are kind of rusty; we haven’t been down to the gym all week.”