Grandma Susie always sang, "Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink..." and she was right. I have never seen two people enjoy themselves quite like Grandma Susie and Grandpa Dick. Or course, Grandma Susie comes from a long line of hang-loose, fun-loving "enjoyers." Her parents, Grandma Maggie and Grandpa Weaver, were also so acutely aware of how quickly we pass from this life to the next. I don't remember much about Grandma Maggie, because she passed when I was very young. But I do remember her laugh. She was always laughing. I remember her as being so big. I realize now that she was probably average sized, but everything inside her was larger than life. Her laugh was always contagious and always moving, and Grandpa Weaver found all of his joy in enjoying her.
Andrew and I enjoy each other. We're still very new to this marriage business, having just celebrated 5 years. It's not always perfect, but it IS always fun. Our faults are laughable and forgivable. Andrew married me for life, and knowing that I'm always forgiven and cherished makes it so much easier to present the real me to him. There are no outs, and there is no emergency exit. (Except for killing sprees. I think we both agree on that one.) Knowing that we truly do have a lifetime, it feels easier to let the little things go. Most of it is just far too small to worry about when you're living big, you know? Andrew isn't a big forgiver, because he finds so little in me that needs he feels needs forgiving. (Truth be told, there is so much. I am so flawed and he seems to just bubble over with patience. My best example of true love is him - how anyone can put up with this and still find me endearing is truly a testament to the power of sacramental marriage.) I feel like I'm always a work in progress, married to someone who's embodied his vows from Minute One. (Minus the tumbleweed thing. He won't let it go - apparently it found him and they're destined for great things.)
I have laughed more in the 5 years I've been married than I have in my entire life. My husband is ridiculous, fun-loving and he always picks up on my humor. (Some people don't. I hope you don't know how that is. It's a bummer.) I am very blessed to have married into a family full of witty people. I couldn't be happy without that.
I think that having children has only added to the laughter. Well, that's a guarantee. Our girls are so weird and witty. I love it when Lucy says something off the cuff and I think immediately that Grandpa Dick would just die if he'd heard it. I hope that my children can someday look back on their own lives and think, "Wow, I've just laughed my way right through..."
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