The women in my mom's family ALL have this high-pitched chicken giggle laugh, which I too have inherited, and hearing the 5 of us laugh because of a mishap in the kitchen or a story about the men is music to my ears! You will see these women dressed to the nine's in their saggy and baggy cotton pajamas illustrated with various pictures of dogs, fairies, flowers, and rubber ducks until it's time to prepare lunch. We grudgingly rise from the kitchen table ornamented with remnants from breakfast and go our separate ways to transform into elegant beauties.
The men have a love for teasing the women and upon their success each billows a deep laugh from the bottom of their gut. Golf is a weekend must for these men of ours and despite the 16 years of golf experience, they come home proclaiming their scores of 95, 94, 93, 90, 87, and the champion comes in at an all-time low of 80 (usually carried by my youngest 18-year-old brother, Levi.)
Scott has come into the Bruner clan gracefully and sadly will never learn to play golf.
It will be yet another fun and loud weekend filled with billowing laughter and chicken giggles surrounded by the distant chorus of barking dogs.
Blessings and peace to you on this exciting holiday!