I never really think about smiling; it's just something that happens. Like yawning or sneezing...I don't really think anyone really thinks about it till later one.
I have a lot smiles... A nervous one, a somewhat of I fake one for awkward situations, an embarrassed one, a smug one... I'm sure I'm not the only one with a variety of smiles.
I was watching Boston this morning. She was eating her breakfast and then out of nowhere she got up and started dancing and singing, she was so into it and so serious about what she was putting her energy into. So far in her life she has never been laughed at for her dance moves or singing skills so what she was doing was purely what she felt. And, then I felt myself smile. I actually felt the muscles form and a moment of pure happiness sank in while I clapped for her and she sang out, "mamma".
I don't think any of us go through life without reasons to frown or be upset. I really admire the ones who smile even when they have every reason not to.
I guess what I'm saying is that she is what brings out my genuine smile.
She is my happy.
XO:
She loves me so much and I'm not even sure why... But I will gladly accept it.
One thing I learned today is how strongly I will not tolerate a liar
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