I married a funny, funny man. Just ask him, he’ll tell you.
In fact, a parishioner once commented that sarcasm is his spiritual gift.
She’s not wrong, (although he does have many other gifts.)
Throughout pregnancy and during the nursing season of life, I tend to remember more of my dreams than at any other time…probably because I’m awakened All. The. Time.
Most of my dreams are made up of pieces and parts of my life all thrown together. Most of the time, they don’t illicit any emotion from me other than complete and utter confusion, and it is rare that they will wake me out of a deep sleep. But two nights ago, I woke up laughing. It wasn’t just a little giggle either. It was enough that I had to stifle it for fear I would in turn wake my husband. In fact, the remembrance still cracks me up.
I can’t recall exactly what was happening. I think it was another one of those all jumbled together, makes no sense whatsoever, dreams. All of a sudden though, my husband jumped right in front of whatever was happening in the background of my brain and started playing on a jew’s harp.This is absolutely something he would do in real life. Perhaps that is what makes it so funny.
It came on a night where every other awake moment was concentrated on prayer, specifically the pleading kind, the kind where you attempt to continually make your requests known to God, but your exhausted thoughts are so jumbled you can’t seem to form any semblance of a sentence, making you ever so grateful for the Holy Spirit doing his thing when words completely fail you.
I especially appreciated his hilarity in the midst of heartache…even if it was in my sleep.
Tell me something today that your husband has done recently to make you laugh, either in real life or in your subconscious.