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Laugh

Laugh.
Laugh is not something we do enough!
I wonder why the life of an adult tends to have less laughter…
My mom recently had a friend of mine & my sister’s stay the night at her house. This friend and her husband have 3 children. I believe 5, 3, and maybe 3 months if that gives you any idea of how much fun was had by those lucky to be there! My mom told me it did wonders for her mood and carried all through the next week.
How simple. Laugh more. Smile longer.
A laugh just like a smile can do wonders for others.
What joy can be found in hearing others laugh! How unique that we all have a different laugh. It is so amazing how no two are the same. God knew we would need laughter and lots of it! All kinds of it!
How simple. Laugh more. More laughs.
Oh, and to help someone else laugh. To laugh with others. To laugh until your eyes water, your ribs hurt, and your breath is short. To laugh until you can’t talk, you can’t even whisper, and it hurts to smile since you’re grin has been stretched across your face.
How simple. Laugh more. Grin wider.
To laugh is to love, to give life, to share joy, to smile until it hurts, to make a joyful noise only you can make.
How simple. Laugh more. Lift praise.
Laughter is its own kind of medicine. There is no substitute for laughter. Laughter can awaken a soul & revive a heart.
Laughter can yield fruit from a barren wasteland.
Laughter can cover distance no otherwise traveled.
Laughter can love.
Laughter can forgive.
How simple. Laugh more. Live richer.


*This is part of a 31 day writing challenge. Writers are given a prompt and asked to write for 5 minutes without edit. Be kind in your critic.
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