I lean towards the serious, it’s the design of me. Someone asked, “Why do you always look so sad?” I answered, “Not sad, just thinking.”

But, I sure did think about the candid observation.

Yesterday I positioned myself on a piece of cardboard alongside a three year old. We’d played Cracker Barrel tic tac toe over lunch and annoyed the other shoppers by giggling over a plastic toy chicken.

Last week, I sat on the driveway and played “marbles”.

Together, we slid down a high slope of a backyard hill moist from humidity.

Our faces glistened with the warmth of a Sunday in November. We giggled over choosing which puppy we loved best and we decided on the brown one, the one that nuzzled most.

Not so serious me later (on purpose) fell off the yoga ball repeatedly while being serenaded by Elizabeth’s uncontrollable cackling.

Laughter prompted by toddlers, puppies and Sundays.

I’m not so serious, thought you readers should know.

And I should remember.