Laughter

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I told my husband last week that it was nice to laugh.  We spent the night laughing and it felt good.  He thought I was crazy, but what I meant was that it was nice to laugh and not feel guilty.  For a long time after Willow was born, I felt guilty when I laughed.  That it was wrong to enjoy myself and I that I should be filled with sadness.  So last week, I realized that I was laughing again without thinking about, without guilt.  It was nice.