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Rhett and I have not laughed in a long time. We are too busy dealing with a three year old who tries to manipulate every situation and does not want to follow directions, a four month old who has problems with his digestive system and most recently has developed croup and thrush and we are too busy trying to work around a schedule that does not allow us to see each other a lot. He manages a store and has no employees to help him with the work day so he is in SLC by at least 9am and does not get off until he closes at 7pm, Monday through Saturday. I usually don't see him until 8pm, after I have had a long day with the kids, the house, my job or whatever else makes me cranky, tired and feeling overwhelmed.

The other night, it was about midnight and we were just getting ready to go to sleep and Rhett turned over, suddenly and oddly remembering something from when he was a kid. Brenden was sleeping about three feet away so he quietly whispered to me this silly story of when he was a teenager. At first, I didn't think it was that funny and was ready to go to sleep, but in his ambien-induced stupor, he described the situation and started laughing hysterically, which started me going. Of course, it was that suppressed laugh of knowing you have to be quiet because it is innappropriate to laugh, like during a quiet meeting or a family prayer or when your four month old is silently slumbering three feet away. Rhett's hysterical, suppressed laugh only made me laugh harder and as soon as we were catching our breath and sighing from the energy spent laughing, Rhett would try to say something in a quiet voice but the force of his laughter only made whispering impossible and we were again rolling on the bed in squeaky fits.

I haven't laughed with him like that in a long time. It was well overdue...