Chuckling

If I find something really funny, I laugh out loud. But for things that are only mildly funny, I laugh inside, without vocalizing. Recently, it was brought to my attention how Gerry is a chuckler, a vocal, out-loud chuckler.

We attended a musical comedy last week, and he was chuckling at the funny parts. I didn't particularly notice; I've gotten so used to the sound. He chuckles at the TV, at the radio, at a book he is reading, or whatever tickles his fancy. I am much more subdued and silent with my laughter. Oh, if I find something really funny, I can guffaw and laugh until tears roll down my face. But anything short of that doesn't get as much of a noticeable reaction.

At intermission, a woman who was sitting just to his right, suddenly began talking to him about how charming she had found his chuckling! She went on and on about how nice it was to be able to really enjoy the performance, which he obviously was. She talked at length about his audible ability to express his joy, [as if I were not present at all.] (Hello, I'm right here!).

But it did give me pause to ponder. And you know, I suppose it is an especially appealing trait to be able to easily and readily chuckle! I'm going to be more appreciative of that quality in my husband from now on!