When I was in college I had a really good friend named Brandon. Aside from being smart and cool and incredibly kind, he was also one of the funniest boys I had ever met. I was talking to him on the phone one night over the summer and my mom said, "I hope whoever you marry can make you laugh like that, it's a real gift to enjoy someone that much."
I was thinking about that this weekend because I think I laughed more this weekend than I have the whole rest of the month combined. San Francisco Emily came to play with me on Friday night and we stayed up until a ridiculous hour telling stories and laughing so hard I could actually feel it in my abs the next day. She left Saturday afternoon and I spent the evening with some other friends, two of whom just had a baby. The two husbands in the group are two really funny men and again, I was in stitches pretty much the whole time.
I have sort of a dramatic personality and I tend to swing from being really up to really down. It's a bit of a roller coaster way to live and in the down parts of my life I wish I was a bit more even. But when I am with people I love, and I'm laughing so hard that I can't breathe I am incredibly grateful for the depth with which I feel things.