I laugh a lot. It’s a thing I do.. I laugh when things are funny and when they’re awkward or sad or completely inappropriate. I laugh at my husband’s cheesy jokes and at old sitcom re-runs that I’ve seen 100 times. They don’t have to be new.. They don’t even have to be clever.. I’ll laugh.
I’m not talking a sweet little giggle either.. I mean, I LAUGH! Julia Roberts-style with my head back so you can count my molars. The sound echoes through a room like a fog horn. It’s not dainty or demure; very little about me is.. It is always a good, hearty belly laugh.
Sometimes I laugh when others around me do not. I’m the kind of guy that laughs at a funeral. I think it’s a defense mechanism. I don’t like being sad (who does) so I find the humor in a situation. Don’t get me wrong, I take life quite seriously when I need to. I just like to find the silver lining when I can.
My ability to laugh has helped me through many difficult situations. I chose to be happy because, I mean, that’s what life is all about after all.. Isn’t it? This life is what we make it. We may not be able to control which obstacles are placed in our paths, but we can control how we react to them.
My life hasn’t always been easy. Hell, it’s never been easy.. Let’s recap: I’m a barren 27 year old cancer survivor who has had braces TWICE in her life. (Yikes!) My sister died, my parents divorced, and my goldfish drown when I was 9.
All any of that has ever taught me is that life is too short. Everything can change in an instant. And if it’s all gone tomorrow, I refuse to spend today being sad or scared or angry. This is the philosophy I try to apply to our adoption process as well. I can not control the outcome. I can only control my actions and reactions. So I only have happiness and love to offer anyone we meet.