Last night I was laying in bed exhausted from being very pregnant. Bryson came in after putting the kiddos to bed, and laid down and we started to talk. Then I looked over and stated to laugh and could not stop. When he asked what was so funny, I told him to look down at his legs - for whatever reason either the way the bed was made, or how he was laying - it looked like his legs were fake! It was like the scene in the Wizard of Oz when the house lands on the wicked witch and just her legs are left sticking out - all flat and at weird angles.
Bryson started to laugh at the sight as well, which made me laugh harder and we both sat there laughing until tears were streaming down our cheeks.
And that's when I realized I haven't laughed in a long time, and that I need to laugh more and more deeply. There is something so healing, powerful and that makes you feel really great like a good laugh.
This picture and memory still give me a good chuckle! :)
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