I am not very good at initially putting a smile on my face.
I don’t smile when I’m walking or doing errands.
My smile is measured depending on who walks my path.
It’s not intentional.
I’m just not a smiley person.
I can be a tough nut to crack.
But once I break open smiling comes easy.
When I am comfortable with my surroundings smiling comes naturally.
My smile is wide open when talking to mom’s photo.
Today was a rare exception.
I smiled a lot while helping dad sort out his personal stuff.
We spent the afternoon spring-cleaning and how I love that!
With good reason I couldn’t pocket my smile.
Now I am remembering James Taylor:
Whenever I see your smiling face, I have to smile myself because I love you!