My husband loves to laugh. And, when I say laugh, I mean laugh. He is able to find humor in just about anything and in every situation. He's not ashamed of it nor tries to tame it. It just comes out - even at inappropriate times and places, making me wish I had a box of sand to bury my head in. Since laughter is good medicine, he seriously should be in the hospital right now for a drug overdose!
There really is something, though, about this thing we call laughter. It's mysterious to me.
I've seen it make cameo appearances at funerals when lives are being remembered. I watch how its arms lift heavy weights of grief.
I've seen it whimsically turn a heated argument first into a smile, then a chuckle, and then gradually into a roaring bent-over laughter. The argument is chased away and joy takes its place.
I've seen it heal boo-boos as my husband tells a joke to my daughter while applying her band-aid.
I've seen it give people reason to live again. I've seen it give life to a situation that was dead. I've seen it strengthen marriages and help bring restoration between father and daughter.
I've heard of its legends and how it literally healed a man with cancer, helped a woman lose weight, and gave people a longer life.
And, the best part: It's a free drug. Yep. No need to check our health insurance policies to cover it. It is a gift. A gift that is ours for the using.
I want to make sure I use up my full portion of it today.