Wishing you all a life filled with laughter...

I read a couple of blogs this morning that caused me to thank my lucky stars for the life I have with my hubby and two daughters.. Perhaps I should always think this, but emigrating can put a huge strain on any relationship. My poor old hubby has taken the brunt of this... wiping away the tears when I'm homesick and doing everything in his power to make me feel at home, here, in the USA... Although, the one thing that has always remained constant is our ability to laugh together... through the good times and the bad (not that we've had many really bad times)... Our little home has always heard the sound of us laughing like a pair of teenagers watching South Park.

The picture above was taken when we visited the UK for a couple of months just after our first daughter was born... We were contemplating moving back there then... We visited Norfolk on the east coast of England, and, while waiting for my step-father to return with some fish and chips, my hubby spied this old lady hiding from her husband, ready to pounce on him as he came out of the public restrooms... Obviously, she had a lot of faith in his ticker *heart*.. We both agreed that we can only hope to make it to such an age, still having our facilities, sense of humour, and, most of all, each other... This picture hangs in our hallway now... just outside our bedroom... acting as a visual cue as to what really matters in life... laughter... because if you have that, then you always have something that can turn your day around...
Wishing you all a long life, full of laughter...