...I look at her and she looks at me, and one of us smiles and the other smiles and then someone does something silly and then a small laugh begins and turns quickly into a bigger laugh which she responds to with an even heartier laugh and before you know it we are both completely out of control laughing as if our lives depended on it.
And it is wonderful.
I read a poem (on authorsden.com) soon after the first time I was fortunate enough to laugh with her and I'm going to share it here, if the author happens upon this, I hope you don't mind, it's just such a great poem and everyone should read it, and of course, feel it.
My Laugh
by Steve Robertson
Tuesday, December 23, 2003
Most of my poems start when I have an experience and then think about it. Words start taking shape in my head and that's when I jump up to find a pencil before the escape. Such was the case here.
MY LAUGH
I hugged you close
You squeezed me
And with my head
Thrown back
In belly shaking mirth
I guffawed
With glee
And with apprehension
You asked
"Why did you laugh"
I laughed
Because
What you mean to me
Was too big
For a smile