I could laugh about that time my husband had Vertigo and fell flat out on the floor when trying to shift in his chair to grab his cup off the counter.
I could cry about the phone call I received from the triplet’s teacher telling me two of them may not pass 1st grade this year.
I could laugh? Cry? Laugh? about that commenter who answered my question about this, when I was reaching out for advice. She replied to me saying, “How can anyone NOT pass first grade?! “When did you first realize two of your kids were not intelligent?”
I could cry about missing my oldest daughter who is living in Spain with her new husband and how I have only seen her one time over the last year and will probably only see her one time over the next year.
I could laugh at that time at dinner in a crowded restaurant when my husband was talking about having headlights on his lawnmower and my mother shrieked out “You have HEAD LICE?!?”
I could, I could, I could…
This is what life hands us. Laughter and tears.
And I’m thankful everyday that I’m alive to experience both of them.