First, let me say that Tony has now deemed my blog boring.  Not that Scripture is boring or discussing it loses his interest… he just would rather read more personal stuff.  More “funny stuff.” 

Life is fun.  I have my share of momentary breakdowns (especially here lately… little like a crazy person or typical stressed out bride), but I truly believe that life is fun.  I live for moments of laughter.  (Like when I just read about Tony making a make-shift mouse pad with wax paper or his vision to eat space food, when I sit around the dinner table with my family as my dad is spitting things or Brad is making inappropriate dinner conversation, or when I sit with friends and recall old stories from high school and college.)  A few days ago, I was laughing to the point that I couldn’t stop.  Sharp pains were attacking my stomach and my cheecks were fearful of never being able to relax.  But the pain was well worth it.  One of the top priorities of my “Mr. Right” list was someone who could make me laugh.  The moments are spontaneous and often very corny, uncontrollable at times and super sweet; but often the highlight of my day no matter what has happened.  So maybe this post isn’t very funny either, but it will be an ode to the one who helps make my life fun and brings smiles to me.