761.) We laughed until her face hurt


we laughed at something just a little funny, and then we laughed at something silly and then  we laughed more. . .  and then we laughed at laughing.

And it just got funner from there.

It was the best. 

It felt so good laughing with her like that.

It felt so good I held on to it for days because, I couldn’t post it.   Sometimes when that happens I move on and post something else or not at all. But this time, I had to go back and count the gifts to see what number it would be.

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I’ve been counted and keeping list of the blessings putting them on anything I could find at times: this blog, my phone, paper, notebooks.    There are many times I count them lazy in my head and keep them there and then forget.

This one was different. It has to be remembered and shared.

The Eucharisteo  just keeps coming and I rejoice in my times with her. To think of what could have been keeps me counting the days.

She grows tired of it all, and tells me. . . I’m leading the life of an old person . . .  outings only to the doctors and the grocery store. And then she says, there are those big trips I say I like:  out of town and over night to yet another hospital.

I laugh when I hear this.

I laugh because she’s kind of right. But, I don’t care.


I tell her. . .   I’ll travel for a good lunch. 

and she knows it’s true.



the girl who loves to dance breaking out in dance anytime, anywhere.

good doctors report

brothers & sisters home talking about silly things

medications that heal

Fisherman fixed that a broken car. . . I had know doubt

paying it forward

chocolate surprises in the mail

morning sunlight in the woods

brothers helping each other

the dancing girl is such a reader . . . makes my job easier

warm beautiful days

running in cool rain

he works so hard


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