06-04-11 Years ago when I was younger, a good friend of mine asked me, "How do you do it?" I asked him "Do what?" He replied "Smile." In response, I just laughed. I didn't really understand what he was talking about, but that particular question resonated throughout my head for years, and yes, even now to this day.
What can I say? I smile sometimes because I am miserable and maybe my brain thinks that by being a little positive, even if it is just the gesture of smiling, that maybe, just for a moment, my life will take a different route. I smile sometimes because I am truly happy with everything that is going on with me, and I am satisfied with my life in general.
There are some people out there that hate to smile. Imagine not liking the way that you look when you smile; it just seems so implausable. I am a person who feels that everyone truly looks the most genuine when they smile. It is like all of their inhibitions fade away, but only when they truly smile (none of these forced "Smile for the camera", smiles). It is a contagious disease, you know. When you see someone happy and smiling, their energy will affect you. It will dance around in your brain and make you smile too. You have no control over this. Even if all you can muster is that corner smirk, you will still have a reaction.
I personally, in my head, keep a little box of tricks. These tricks include, but are not limited to, conversations George and I have had; silly things that have happened in my life; things that Mairi has done as a baby and after; and phrases that Ashleen has said ever-so-randomly. The reason why I keep this box in my head is because of the uncontrollable things that happen in everyday life. Things that always tend to bring me down. I will randomly think of things that made me laugh, really laugh, and that particular wonderful thought will flood my brain and force this big beautiful smile to appear. My smile. My thought. My memory. I treasure these things so much.
I wish that I had all the time and energy to write down the things that have happened in my life that would show you how wonderful my family is. I can try to express it only through the written word and hope that my words will paint a picture that shows all of the colours that I see everyday. My beautiful daughters. They are so wonderful. I am not only saying that they are physically beautiful, but their spirits are magnificently wonderful. You should see them in action. If you ever have the opportunity to meet them, do not be intimidated by their kindness. They both have big hearts and lots of love. They are best friends to each other, and are best friends to the friends they hold dear to their hearts. They have learned love.
My husband, well what can I say about him? Let me start by saying "Thank you." I don't know what I ever did in my life to deserve such a loving and wonderful man but somehow I have gotten just that. Oh, he can be a little boisterous, and a little grumpy, but there hasn't been one moment, not one, that I have EVER doubted that he loves me. He is amazing in every way. Sometimes he does things that I know others would think are kind of small or insignificant, but for me, just to have someone think of me like he does makes me happy. He is my protector. He is my love. He is my husband.
So to my friend, who asked me years ago 'how can I smile,' I'll respond with this: "I just can."
As Always
Happy Does It :)
What can I say? I smile sometimes because I am miserable and maybe my brain thinks that by being a little positive, even if it is just the gesture of smiling, that maybe, just for a moment, my life will take a different route. I smile sometimes because I am truly happy with everything that is going on with me, and I am satisfied with my life in general.
There are some people out there that hate to smile. Imagine not liking the way that you look when you smile; it just seems so implausable. I am a person who feels that everyone truly looks the most genuine when they smile. It is like all of their inhibitions fade away, but only when they truly smile (none of these forced "Smile for the camera", smiles). It is a contagious disease, you know. When you see someone happy and smiling, their energy will affect you. It will dance around in your brain and make you smile too. You have no control over this. Even if all you can muster is that corner smirk, you will still have a reaction.
I personally, in my head, keep a little box of tricks. These tricks include, but are not limited to, conversations George and I have had; silly things that have happened in my life; things that Mairi has done as a baby and after; and phrases that Ashleen has said ever-so-randomly. The reason why I keep this box in my head is because of the uncontrollable things that happen in everyday life. Things that always tend to bring me down. I will randomly think of things that made me laugh, really laugh, and that particular wonderful thought will flood my brain and force this big beautiful smile to appear. My smile. My thought. My memory. I treasure these things so much.
I wish that I had all the time and energy to write down the things that have happened in my life that would show you how wonderful my family is. I can try to express it only through the written word and hope that my words will paint a picture that shows all of the colours that I see everyday. My beautiful daughters. They are so wonderful. I am not only saying that they are physically beautiful, but their spirits are magnificently wonderful. You should see them in action. If you ever have the opportunity to meet them, do not be intimidated by their kindness. They both have big hearts and lots of love. They are best friends to each other, and are best friends to the friends they hold dear to their hearts. They have learned love.
My husband, well what can I say about him? Let me start by saying "Thank you." I don't know what I ever did in my life to deserve such a loving and wonderful man but somehow I have gotten just that. Oh, he can be a little boisterous, and a little grumpy, but there hasn't been one moment, not one, that I have EVER doubted that he loves me. He is amazing in every way. Sometimes he does things that I know others would think are kind of small or insignificant, but for me, just to have someone think of me like he does makes me happy. He is my protector. He is my love. He is my husband.
So to my friend, who asked me years ago 'how can I smile,' I'll respond with this: "I just can."
As Always
Happy Does It :)
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