What makes you laugh?

A beautiful question from a beautiful lady.

The things that make me laugh are so many, and so few at the same time.

There are the many.
The easy, mindless laughter that bubbles up in me at the way the sun glints through the trees, at Bramble's antics, at the way the pheasant chicks scurry around in their pens when I try to pick one up in my hand.
I laugh when I spend time racking up dry, fallen leaves in a big pile and then dive in the pile and kick them around scattering them again, just because.
I laugh when rain catches me while I'm out around the estate and I know it's useless to run for cover and try to stay dry. Then I just lift my face up to the rain and laugh as it pours down on me, washing the gray thoughts away.

And there are the few.
The deeper, knowing laughter that comes from a joy shared with someone who is dear to you.
I laugh when I can play around in a hot pool with my love.
I laugh when my love wants to play with cream and chocolate. And me.
I just plain laugh when he's with me.
Just because.