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Well this is all pretty exciting for me. I am new to the "blogosphere" but thought I would document my journey through another deployment.
This is the fifth deployment for my husband, and each one is different and difficult in its own way.
There are many men and women out there just like me; spouses, fathers, mothers, sisters brothers, and children. So many of us that put our lives in a bit of a holding period waiting for our loved ones to come home.
For most of us, we know the sacrifice our soldiers pay, as well as the sacrifice each of us pays while they are gone!
For better or for worse, we keep the home fires burning.


Saturday, March 20, 2010

Laugh til you cry!


Laughter is the best medicine, it is contagious. Everyone has their "signature" laugh, I do not know any two people who laugh alike. There are certain people's laugh that stand out to me. My brother-in-law, Harvey has one of those deep and loud laughs. He can be on the other side of the store, and when you hear him laugh there is no denying it's him. Then there is my sister, when she laughs it's not just the fact she is laughing, it is that she cannot stop laughing after she starts. When we were kids I would make her laugh just so I could make her laugh harder. It was really easy, she would start to laugh and I would just say to her "that's not funny" and for some reason that made her laugh even more. She did it all the time. As I sit here, I can hear her laughter, almost like a cackle. So not only did she laugh at silly things and continue to laugh if you told her it was not "laugh worthy" but she would laugh at unfortunate accidents.
One time my mom was leaving Melinda's house and backing out of the driveway in her blue minivan. In front of her house was a fire hydrant, and my mom ran into it, sorta! The side of the van was literally stuck on the portion of the hydrant that sticks out. Well my mom went forward, and backward and continued to do that and it only caused a larger hole in the side of her minivan. It was not just a hole but a long, large groove into the side of her van!
She was hollering out the window to Melinda to "call John, call John". Well Melinda could not "call John" because she could not stop laughing long enough to walk into the house for a phone. The more my mom went back and forth, the harder she laughed. The more that my mom asked her to "call John", the harder she laughed. It was hysterical. Her's would be the picture associated with the phrase, "laugh til you cry". Melinda is well known for being that person that laughs when you fall down, but you don't feel like she is laughing at you and making fun of you. Not in a cruel or malicious way, it is just what she does. She will say through the laughter, "I'm sorry, I should not be laughing", but that only makes her laugh harder.
Laughter is the best medicine. Even in the midst of sadness, we can share stories of loved ones, friends and family and laugh!

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