
When Paul opened one of his presents from my parents, he was very pleased, as it was a book that he'd wanted for some time. While the rest of us were helping the boys to unwrap their presents, Paul started reading his new book. Almost immediately, he began laughing -- small chuckles at first, progressing as he turned the pages to full out belly laughter. It didn't stop there. A few pages into the book, he was laughing so hard that he couldn't speak, then laughing so hard that he was crying. Words cannot express how happy I was to see him so overcome with amusement. This has not been much of a year for belly laughs, which makes them all the more precious when they occur.
And what, you may ask, was the cause of this great joy?
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My sweetheart was brought to laughing tears by
America (The Book): A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction, from Jon Stewart and the other talented, funny people at
The Daily Show. Watching the Daily Show is a nighttime ritual for us, and has been our one guaranteed source of humor on some very difficult days. As I write this, Paul is reading the book; I know this because I keep hearing little chuckles and snorts, and occasional peals of laughter coming from our bedroom. This makes me smile. I'm looking forward to reading the book, too, though I can't imagine that reading it could possibly give me as much pleasure as seeing and listening to Paul read it has done.
All done!