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Topic: Laughter (10/18/04)

TITLE: Snapshots of Laughter
By Trish Thompson


The first is of my oldest son, Chris; back when he was about five…he’s kneeling in the sand on the shore of Lake Michigan, his face turned up toward me. All these years later, I can still hear his laugh, like a blanket of pure joy as it floated into the air. Who could resist…you just had to join in…as it wraps itself around your heart; and for just that moment, that shining moment, you share in his laughter and joy, of being a little boy, on a summer’s afternoon, in the sand as the sun goes down.

I remember that laughter as a blanket of love, to cover and warm me when I’m down, and my mouth curves up, and the laugh comes out again, the memory so vivid and clear, God’s gift to brighten the day. That laugh and the memory lifts you up, brushing all the discouragement away.

My middle son, A.J. comes next to my mind, and the snapshot I see takes me back, back to when he was about three, and again into mischief he’d gone. Knowing he’d been bad, he approached where I sat on the sofa with such a stern face, and he’d lay his head down on my knee and look up into my face. His lips would begin to twitch, and that laugh would pop out like music notes tossed in the air, he just couldn’t keep it in.

Who could resist…you just had to join in…that music wraps itself round your heart. You laugh together, the anger dissolves, and the music stays with you all day. Now when anger threatens, I remember that sweet music, and the look on my mischievous son’s face; and the laughter of forgiveness comes back again, pushing all the anger away.

Another picture appears, again at the shore, I can feel the fresh breeze, as we nervously came over the dunes. My youngest son, Ian, was afraid of the water…he’d been scared at the day-care pool. I didn’t know how he’d react, seeing all that water, when Lake Michigan would lay at his feet. I watched his face when we reached the top of the dune, and I rejoiced at what I saw.

His mouth made that “O” that only small children can do, when the wonder they see overcomes, and then he took off running, straight down to the water, letting the little waves lap at his feet. As he ran down the edge of that water, his laughter rang out in the air, flying high like a flag held in outstretched hands, a parade of one, oh so free!

Who could resist...you just had to join in...as that sound reaches back and wraps round your heart, and your laughter joins his as you run down the beach, bright flags waving in the breeze. Now when I feel nervous, or unsure what lies ahead, I remember that laughter on the beach, and the memory helps me push through, brushing all the uncertainty away.

God gave us all laughter, to be what we need, to minister in just the right way; a blanket of love, mischievous music or flags; and at times it can be all three!

Member Comments
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darlene hight10/25/04
Wonderful entry Trish! It brought back memories of my own children and their laughter.Thanks for the memories.
Lucian Thompson10/25/04
I just wanted to congratulate my precious wife for submitting such a wonderful entry. I am so proud of her! It’s like being married to a dream come true. She is a gift from God with more love than any man deserves. Thank you, Jesus!!!
Teresa Lee Rainey10/25/04
Beautiful writing. Your A.J. sounds a lot like my youngest son, A.J. Your telling of memories made me smile. :^)
Joanne Malley10/25/04
How sweet and heartwarming! And, you two lovebirds are adorable! I envision that when you're both together,(you and Lucian) there are popping red & pink hearts visible around your heads like high school sweethearts! LOL
Joyce Poet10/25/04
That brings back memories of that deep, deep laughter my middle child (or second daughter) had when she was little... so boisterous and so sincere. It came from somewhere so deep inside her belly. She's 19 now. On a rare occasion, she laughs that way and I'm taken back. She's a beautiful girl, but I can't tell her enough how much more beautiful she is because of WHO she is. Thanks for the memories. ((Trish)) Love, Treava
L.M. Lee10/26/04
I liked the photos you shared with us.

Like you, some of my most precious memories are when my grown kids get together, start acting silly and we just love to laugh!
Glenda Lagerstedt10/26/04
So you're the beloved Trish that has so enriched Lucien's life! Love your sense of humor and your enjoyment of children. Aren't they priceless!
Lynda Lee Schab 10/27/04
Been to Lake Michigan zillions of times - brought back some memories. Thanks for sharing so beautifully...I always look forward to reading your entries.
Loved Joanne's comment about the pink buble hearts. I wouldn't be surprised if it were true :-)
Love, Lynda
Mitzi Busby10/27/04
Trish, I love your writing style.
Marina Rojas10/27/04
I felt like I was sitting on the beach seeing all this for myself....what a great story! Looking forward to reading more of your work!
Deborah Porter 10/29/04
Trish, what glorious pictures you've painted here - definitely snapshots. You warmed my heart. Love, Deb
Rita Garcia10/29/04
Trish, Wonderful entry. Thoughts of our children's laughter, certainly are cherished snapshots of love. Blessings & Joy, Rita
Debbie OConnor10/30/04
So sweet! Very well told and heartwarming. I love that you and your husband have found such joy together. How nice that you also share writing. Great entry!
Roberta Kittrell10/30/04
Trish, was so glad to see your entry here.

So glad that, no matter what may happen in our lives which might have been considered negative, God gives us these precious glimpses and memories which nothing can erase. Great job! Hissservant, Bobbi
Marcell Billinghurst11/22/04
Such Precious Memories in a very beautiful story about your beloved family and the joy of laughter you have shared. Very well done. Keep writing you are a blessing. God bless you and your family.