The picture of friendship . . . grazing along chatting . . .do you suppose?

I’m blessed to have family and friends who make me laugh and brighten my day. Often when my phone rings and I see it’s a friend calling, I smile, say hello and we both start laughing. We enjoy hearing from one another. And we know the next few minutes will be a fun conversation as we catch up and share our daily happenings, the good and the bad.

Recently I had a conversation with my daughter Gayle, who calls me every morning as she drives to work. We live far apart so her morning drive is our time to chat and stay connected. One morning we got to reminiscing about things and to a particular event she asked, “How old were you when that happened?” I said, “Oh, 50/54 maybe.” She laughed, “Do you wish you could be 54 again?” I thought for a second, “Nah, that would just bring on a slew of other things to wish for—mainly that I’d known then what I know now.  And of course that would’ve changed the way our lives are today . . . well, we went off on a silly tangent about how both our lives might have been affected if I’d known then what I know now. We had a good laugh and in the end decided it’s best not to spend time wishfully looking back.

Later I was talking with my son Greg. As we talked, he would relay something I’d said to his wife, saying, “Mom said . . . ” Finally I asked, “Do you ever put the phone on speaker so Julie can hear too?” He answered, “Sometimes.” He paused. “But not when I’m talking to my girlfriend.” I laughed, “No, that might not be a good idea . . .” He continued, “Julie doesn’t put the phone on speaker when she’s talking to her boyfriend either.” By this time we were both laughing, then he said, “But, I’m mad at her boyfriend.” Through my laughter I asked why. He answered, “Her boyfriend’s neglecting her, I’m getting too much time!” (I could hear Julie laughing too. Thankfully she has a good sense of humor. )

Then the time my granddaughter, Alana, had prepared and served Thanksgiving dinner to a house full of people. I complemented her on doing a wonderful job, she said, “I was beginning to wish I had a prozac lick.” I thought that was so funny because I grew up on the farm and I got a clear mental image of her hurrying around the kitchen swiping at a ‘prozac lick’ ever so often.  ( As a childI was fascinated by the cows and the salt lick. )

Oh, the fun of simple things. Live each day to the fullest, and laugh with those you love. So, until next time, find laughter where you can, and keep God in your plans—He cares! 🙂 🙂 🙂

MaryJ