I never realized how little I used to laugh.

I was amused many times. I could claim to be entertained and could even describe certain things as funny. However, outside of a very few comedians or occasional spots on Morning Radio, I never really laughed. (Unfortunately, my area doesn’t have a decent morning show. 🙁 )

My son, though, has no problem laughing. He enjoys it. My wife and I can be having a discussion about various things and he is in her lap just laughing and giggling. We can be consumed with what each of us is sharing, he just thinks we are connecting funny sounds together. In retrospect, he is probably right as it pertains to me.

Honestly, I have laughed almost every day for the past three weeks. He laughs and squeals and giggles, so I just join in. At first, it’s because I want to encourage him to be happy. After a while, though, I am laughing because I enjoy laughing. I have no problem raising him to believe that we are happier because he is in our family – I would be more concerned if I tried to say that we were as happy before he arrived.

I’ve heard people say that they’ve give all the money in the world for certain things. I feel like I’ve given all the money I had for him – and it was more than worth it. I do not think about the money. When I do, though, I usually do what my son does: I just laugh.