If you don't have a smile, I'll give you one of mine

Last night became an impromptu Andy Griffith session as we finished the last two episodes on our rented DVD of season 2. I have found sitting on the floor makes me feel relatively childlike and giggly. Granted, I did not sit on the floor during last night's show, but Jerry decided to, and perhaps it explains a bit why he began laughing uncontrollably during part of our viewing. He hugged my knees, rocking us both back and forth as he struggled to breathe through his tearful mirth. I laughed along with him, enjoying the joke, but mostly enjoying Jerry's laughter.

"Again, again," he gasped as the funny part subsided. He rewound the DVD and we watched the scene a second time, this time laughing harder as we pointed out to each other our favorite moments. It has been awhile since I've seen my sweetheart laugh so hard. Thanks, Barney Fife, for bringing some lightness to our hearts.