The Language of Laughter

I have many laughs in my vocabulary. Most are loud, witchy cackles or barks. (I rarely think to stifle them.)

A few of them are quiet affairs.

Notably, the inappropriate church giggle. And its sister, the wheezy, breathless almost-silent one that makes my whole body jiggle. (That one is usually the result of me cracking myself up.) 

I had a quick FaceTime session with a far-away friend this morning. I suspect the language of laughter is a lot like the language of love.