Laughter - A Healing Balm For The Soul

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This old gal…

Was drawn to a picture that popped up in Facebook memories…throwback to a Poms Night of the past…one activity…a dance off…those high school dancers encouraging audience members to come to the floor…and dance away…

Not surprisingly…amateur dancers were not flocking to the limelight…that youngest daughter of mine part of the group calling for participants…and so it was…her eyes meeting those of those older sisters of hers…and off they went…cutting up the gym floor like there was no tomorrow…this photo…later showing up…in the local newspaper…

What gets this old mama about that picture…unposed…natural…innocent…is that it shows joy…true joy…brought on…by goofy…silly…innocent…fun…

Which…in this old gal’s memory…it seems not a day went by…with those daughters of mine…that there wasn’t at least one outbreak…of the sillies…the stupids…the innocent laughable fun…often just a snippet in time…break in routine…so brief…so spontaneous…there’s no way…to record them…to save them…beyond that of a memory…

So thank you random photo from Poms Night past…for kicking up those memories…of days so sweetly missed…that girlie laughter…girlie goofiness…innocent…fun times…that if one is to be honest…is most possibly the glue…glitter no doubt…that held us…all together…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…