Each of the women in my life, have a distinct and hardy laugh.
If you are a big, loud, belly laughing kinda person, you must surround yourself with similar laughers! There is nothing better than sitting with your girlfriends truly laughing your ass off and noticing all of the pairs of eyes that have turned you way to see what they have missed. It is equally funny when in embarrassment, we try to stop laughing and everyone is left gasping for air in the silent, shaky, tearful soundless laughter.
I was eating dinner downtown one night and kept hearing Mary's loud laugh in the restaurant. Each time I would hear it, I was distracted enough to turn searching to make eye contact with her. Each time, I would search not finding her, I would convince myself that I was mistaken. However I kept looking each time because I needed to see who this fabulous laugher was! Who's laughter could rival Mary's?
As we finished dinner, I heard the very distinct laugh again and literally turned around in my chair to search and there she sat with another girlfriend finishing up their dinner. My gut giggled because I knew it was her.
While I am blessed to have surrounded myself with women who really live, I am finding that we are a very special group.
In that restaurant there were 70 other people, none of whom were laughing or appeared to be very happy. I know some people have very subdued versions of happy and I assume there were some first dates happening (I believe this to be why I am not a popular dater~my snorting, head thrown back, mouth wide open, physical shaking and sheer volume, full on cackle is a bit much for most.), but dang I cannot imagine living life so quietly and without truly LMFAO on a daily basis.
I am drawn to people with find themselves filled with such joy and hilarity that it explodes out of them. So when I saw this quote, I had to find and read the whole piece.
Brendon Burchard - Live. Love. Matter.
I was taking a selfie the other day to post and I tried very hard to find an angle, any angle that would disguise the deeply etched wrinkles that start at the corners of my eyes and gently flow over my cheek bones. I probably took 20 photos, each sucking more than the last. At 43 it seems that until I surrender to botox, no over the counter remedy will lessen them (although I enjoy temporary relief with Rose Oil).
I prefer for my photos to have the Star Trek softening that was applied to all woman, but I haven't figured out how to edit my photos on my phone. I always just give up, post the damn photo and remind myself that those lines are deeply etched, because I am one of the blessed few who find joy, happiness and silliness in each day that I am given on this earth.
I am very grateful that my friends allow me to see them as they really are, to witness their unguarded souls. It is a huge blessing to have this level of real connection and friendship.
Shared laughter is my most favorite gift.