Is there anything better than a good old bellylaugh? When you laugh until your sides ache? We had some of those moments over the holidays, and I’d like to thank the delightfully goofy family members that made them possible. Long live laughter.
Bubbling up and over.
Tonic for the soul.
It binds us together with its sweetness
As we hold our splitting sides.
Giggles, like fine champagne,
Intoxicate, overpower stale senses
With the giddy taste of joy.