She tumbled off the couch in a heap and lay crumpled on the floor. Her whole body shaking, intermittent gasps for air and a occasional snort arose from the lump of laughing flesh. Slowly, wiping tears from her eyes, she emerged, still smiling. Throughout the night, every once in a while, glancing over, I witnessed the corner of her lips turn up, her eyes sparkle and the giggle resurface like boiling water.
Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand. ~Mark Twain
I’m acutely aware and thankful for the gift of laughter today.