It’s Hard for Me to Conceal a Giggle (standard:humor, 904 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Aug 24 2019	Views/Reads: 1528/1093	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Laughter, or a giggle, is recognition of God’s blessing in my life.

Throughout life, I have discovered many challenges. Some I have handled
fairly well and others have handled me pretty badly. 

That is what makes life so interesting. Every day there is a challenge
to face and every day there is a victory to win. 

Recently, the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I celebrated our
48th wedding anniversary. I would not be truthful if I did not admit 
that those 48 years have been rather challenging. Not so much in a 
negative way, but each challenge carried with it a life lesson. 

At the end of these 48 years, I must confess my wife knows more about me
then I know about myself, or her for that matter. How she has come to 
these conclusions, I do not know. 

But, to be honest I do not know very much about myself compared to what
she knows. 

Not wasting those 48 years, I never contradict my wife on anything.
Even, if I think she may be wrong about something. 

There are spouses that try to correct their spouse when talking to other
people. I am so thankful that while I am speaking to someone my wife 
will correct me so the person I am talking to has the facts. 

After all, she knows more about me and my experiences than I do. I am
not contesting that one iota. Why should I? 

The biggest secret to a successful marriage is going along rather than
being confrontational. It does not matter to me if she corrects me; 
I've come to appreciate that. 

After all, I get so many things wrong these days. I cannot remember
birthdays, anniversaries or special occasions. It's not because I'm 
getting older because when I was younger, I had the same problem. 

If I were not married, I probably would not remember my own birthday. 

Thinking about this the other day a thought danced into my mind. If I
wanted to be right all the time, why in the world did I get married? A 
married couple is to work together and it seems that we have the ideal 
connection in this regard. 

I remember when I wore a younger man's suit; I nonchalantly corrected my
wife about a certain thing that happened when she got the day of the 
week wrong. 

“Don't you remember, Honey,” I interrupted her, “it was on a Wednesday
not a Thursday.” 

She gave me one of “those looks” and said, “Maybe it was a Thursday.” 

That look alone was enough to graduate me from being the corrector of
her conversation to being the quiet agreeable guy. Through the years, I 
discovered being agreeable is a great deal of blessings and I enjoyed 
each one of those blessings. 

One thing I have a real difficulty and that is, not giggling. 

I may be affected with giggle-itis, which is far as I know has no cure.
Of course, when I start giggling it is very difficult for me to stop. 

The only temporary cure I have found is when I start to giggle, I take a
deep breath and then think of broccoli. If anything sobers me up and 
even makes me a little bit angry it is this vegetable. 

Of course, when I begin thinking of broccoli, the giggle goes away, but
a very deep sickness in my stomach begins to develop. 

That sickness in my stomach is to be preferred over giggling aloud at a
very inappropriate time. My giggles always seem to come out at an 
inappropriate time. 

I remember my wife telling a story to some friends about one of our
grandchildren. If she knows anything, she knows about the grandkids. 


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