I like to find the poetry in my favorite things each day.

Some days, though, the poetic morphs into hysterical laughter.

As I walked home from work this evening, I called my friend who had left me a message earlier in the day.  She regaled me with a hilarious tale of a date she had with a man she just met on a dating app.  (I will keep the details between us girls.) It was so amusing that I had to stop into a park and find a place to sit, just so I could fully focus on giggling.

People still looked at me as if I was insane.  I don’t care, though.  It felt good to laugh unabashedly.  I embraced the joy of the moment.

Tonight, I am grateful for crazy stories, living in the moment and the gift of girlfriends who make me laugh.