Yesterday, as I sipped my Tim Horton’s coffee I found myself smiling. It lead me to think about all the things that make me smile. They aren’t always big things, in fact they are mostly little everyday things.
Since I’ve already mentioned the coffee, I’ll just elaborate a little bit. Every time I take that first sip of a Tim Horton’s coffee I smile. Sometimes, I even sigh. Throw in a chocolate dip doughnut and that smile is wider and brighter.
My kids don’t always make me crazy. How can I not smile when second-born says “I love you mommy”. Yeah, I know every mom smiles at that but I always smile when she says it out of the blue. Then there are the few and far between times when they have a “sisterly” moment. When they’re not bickering or yelling at each other. I have to smile at these moments because it makes me feel hopeful that someday, hopefully not in the too-distant future, they will be able to get along and be great friends as well as sisters.
Obviously, like anyone else, my guilty pleasures make me smile. Two of my guiltiest pleasures are Nutella and reading. I love getting home from work and just before starting dinner having a little bit of heaven (pronounced Nu-tel-la) on a slice of bread. Mmmmm always make me smile when I take that first bite.
Then there’s reading. What can I say about it other than, if I could sit and read all day, I’d gladly do it. I often forgo sleep so I can read. Getting a new book, be it a hard copy or an e-copy, makes me so very happy.
Another thing guaranteed to make me smile is the sight of my nephew (6yo) and niece (4yo) dancing. They dance with so much intensity and enjoyment. How can I not smile?! Whereas my nephew goes all out when you ask him to dance, my niece prefers not to be watched. If she catches you watching the dancing ceases immediately, only to commence again when she “thinks” you’re not watching.
I always have to smile when I tell DH that I’m in the mood for something specific for dinner and before I can even tell him what it is, he guesses. He’s always been able to do this. I don’t know how. I guess he just knows me really well.
I know it’s a bit childish but I can’t help but smile when my friend Cristina snorts when she laughs. We’ve discovered that although we may not look it, we really are 12-year-old boys deep down inside. We giggle, laugh AND snort (well she does) at the most inappropriate things. Very much like Peter Griffin. To know us is to love us…REALLY!!!
One thing that makes me smile until my face hurts is….ready for it?… ROB!!!!!
Those are a few of the things that make me smile. I want to know what makes you smile. Don’t be shy!!! Leave me a comment.
*Writing4Roses is kind enough to look over my ramblings to make sure I’m dotting all my Is and crossing all my Ts (and to add the odd witty comment every here and there.