If anyone were to ask me what makes for a good marriage and a happy family, it is this:
A sense of humor. A sense of the ridiculous. An ability to see the funny in everyday life, even when events conspire against you.
I am so grateful that I found a guy who loves to tell stories on himself. Who loves to tease. Who loves to laugh and whistle and sing random bits of songs.
(Note: When we were dating, I used to try to analyze the man based on what he was humming. I eventually learned that what sprang from the voice box came from what the man had most recently heard on the radio. Pity I didn’t figure this out earlier. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how lyrics applied to me or our relationship.)
I love that Hubs and I have the same twisted sense of humor.
I love that my kids are growing up with laughter.
Because even in our darkest times, Hubs and I can find a glimmer of hope in just a few self-deprecating jokes. It’s what we do, people. We are pros at finding the hilarious, even when it’s hiding in a pile of despair.
If you’re not yet married: Find a significant other who can laugh at himself or herself.
If you are: Find common ground in your shared sense of humor.
And if you have children: Teach them that laughter is a vital part of living.
And that there is no greater gift you can give them.