Last night, Laura and I had a tickle fight. I won of course. I'm bigger and stronger than her. And she enjoys being tickled, while I enjoy doing the tickling. Then we had a staring contest, with our noses touching till we each began to see the other as a cyclops - first to see a cyclops was the winner. Then Laura stole my nose. So I stole hers. Then she ate my nose... and we sort of devolved from there into piles of laughter.
SO THEN we obviously had to gang up on Nate/Daddy and tickle him. Except that he's bigger and stronger than both of us... I lost. Big time. I was curled in a fetal position, laughter so hard my sides hurt, trying to roll like a turtle away from the tickling. I couldn't get away. It was wonderful.
There isn't really a point to any of this, and that's the best part of it all. We were just doing silly things, enjoying each other, and laughing. It wasn't hard. I didn't have to force myself. I wanted to be right where I was, enjoying that exact moment (minus a little of the tickling of my own stomach and feet).
So if I wondered at all if going back on Zoloft was the right decision, I think I have my answer.