Anyway, it IS Friday, and I've been working a little this week, and my hubby and I are going out with friends tonight, and my time is short. Which is why I love Lisa-Jo's "Five Minute Friday" posts.
Today her word was "Roar," and at first I didn't know what to do with that. We don't exactly have lions around here. But as I thought about it for a little while, I realized that we roar quite a bit around here.
See what I mean? Here's my attempt at 5-minute writing about "Roar."
“Remember the time when? . . .”
“Yeah, and remember when you did that? . . .”
“Oh boy, you really got in trouble the time you . . .”
We sat around the dinner table last night telling stories on one another. Reminiscing.
College girl was home, along with a friend of hers. A friend who was in need of some healing.
And so we sat, an hour and a half, laughing and telling stories and laughing some more.
Roaring, in fact, with the laughter that comes from shared experiences, stupid stories, children growing up.
A joyful time.
We told a new story from just this Christmas that will surely go down in family lore. (Grandpa, we didn’t know you had it in you!) But still, we laughed and remembered and loved.
Roaring laughter is the best kind of laughter. It brings us together. It helps us remember. And it heals.
Oh boy, does it heal.
I'm linking up with Lisa-Jo's Five Minute Friday post. Head over there to read more!