I thought I might die laughing several times during Easter dinner with our darling Jenna and her family yesterday afternoon–actually stop being able to breathe, I was laughing so hard. So was everyone. I close my eyes and see Deren grinning, Harold covering his face with hands and shaking his head, Rick giving an evil wink. Jenna smiles wide, Vince chortles, Onnalee bangs on her tray in time to the hilarity, and young Abe beams benevolently from his perch in his dad’s arms. I struggle to catch my breath, not really caring if I do or I don’t.
Well, what better way to go? A time like that is pure poetry. So here’s another post in honor of it.