There is a lot of laughter in our home, even when we aren’t at our best or when life is hitting us hard, we find ways to laugh. I think we are both people who are able laugh easily and often, and so we rub off on each other. A sense of humor is a quality that I find very important in those that I love and surround myself with, and it has always been something I’ve sought in romantic partners. His ability to make me laugh and to laugh at me is what drew me in from the beginning.
He is the king of stupid jokes, dad jokes, silly puns and plays on words. He can turn anything around and make it funny. The bobcat that visits our house is named Robert, because, well of course it is. The horse that lives down the road is named Nick because he lives on LaShay Lane. How he even knows who Nick LaShay is, I have no idea. His comedic timing is so perfect, he can make me laugh at a children’s joke. The thing is, that most people don’t know how funny he is. He’s pretty quiet in new social settings, so only his close friends and family know his humor.
I don’t think I’m all that funny. I can come up with some witty banter every now and again, but it doesn’t come as naturally to me as it does to him. He thinks I’m funny though, and I do love to make him laugh. The easiest way for me to do this is to dance around the living room, doing my most perfect impersonation of a good dancer and failing miserably. Sometimes, I’ll hump him like a dog or whisper dirty things to him at the grocery store. Kickboxing class is the perfect opportunity to make faces at him in the mirror or surprise him with Jazz Hands instead of the proper fighting stance. It is my goal in life to make him laugh every day because he does it for me.
I love to hear him laugh when I’m on the other side of the house. Whether he’s laughing at the TV or some silly meme online, it is a sound that brings me so much joy. His unique giggle instantly brings a smile to my face, and I often pop around the corner to see what it is that’s so funny. He’s always happy to share his laughter with me. Look at this dog video! Let me rewind this; you have to see it! I think laughter is one of the secrets to our happiness, maybe it’s the secret to all relationships.
I have had the same group of girlfriends for almost thirty years, and whenever we get together, we laugh til we cry or pee or just have to walk out of the room to gain composure. My cheeks hurt after a weekend with those girls. When I am in the same room with my mom and my sisters, we laugh so hard that mom get’s her “bad laugh”, a high pitched whine that sounds like she’s crying. She usually does cry, the tears streaming down her face as she tries to catch her breath, usually because of some fart joke or something similarly crass. It always makes us laugh harder when she gets like that.
Laughter is contagious. I can be sitting in a restaurant by myself and the group at a table nearby breaks out into a fit of laughter, and I will smile. I think that everyone does this; it’s part of human nature to share joy, and the world could always use a little more joy.
I don’t think we will ever stop laughing with each other. We both actively try to make the other laugh, to make the other smile. We share the comedic moments in our lives with each other, my smile bounces off of him, back and forth, a circle of happiness and laughter. It’s not hard work, but it sure is fun and rewarding.