When I was a child, my younger brother was getting all heated up at the dinner table in a conversation with my father and my dad was all chill and laid back. My brother, exasperated, finally said, "Why is everything in your life such a joke???!!!" My father raised his eyebrows at my brother, looked around the table, let out a sly grin and replied, "I only have three jokes in my life. You. You. And You." As he said that, he pointed at me and my two younger brothers.
We all sat there in silence. No one was really sure what to say after that. None of us really got it.
But now? Now I get it.
And I am thankful for these jokes that I have in my life.
Not like a joke as in something that I don't take seriously, but a joke as in something that makes me laugh. And everyday these little people make me laugh. Even on my worst day the girls will have a spur of the moment dance party in the living room and I laugh. Or Quinn says something amazing, like today when he decided that he wanted his first name to be Log. And then he told our waiter that his name was Log. That's funny. And even though I didn't really want to, I laughed. A lot.
Don't get me wrong, it is really, really hard work...this whole parenting business. And a good 90% of the time I really, really don't know what I am doing. So I should also say that I am thankful that 90% of the time the kids don't know that I don't know what I am doing. See, it all works out in the end.
Just like I can't imagine my life without my parents, or without Chris, I can't envision a day without my jokes.