I know we all smile at each other and in doing so give joy - and often if bounces right back at us.
I am also beginning to realise that not everyone is as conscious of their inner smiles as I am. The smile, seen on the outside which is a response to my heart's smile.
A smile when I see the back of a toddler trustingly holding his mother's hand (not realising it is he, not she, who is giving the gift).
A smile when I see an agapantha newly budded and nodding in the breeze.
A smile when my floorboards are clean and shiny underfoot.
A smile when I complete a piece of art and it speaks ot me.
A smile when I go to my mailbox and find a handful of letters with handwritten addresses.
I could go on and on.
Am I simple? If so, then I am glad, because to be able to take joy in the very small things of life means there is a smile around every corner. A smile which lasts, because my heart smiles are stored there and can be taken out at a later date.
Not great dinner time conversation:
I saw a cat asleep in the sun three weeks ago, and it made me smile.
It's paw was curled around it's button pink nose.
And it was adorable. I have held the memory to make me smile, when I am stifled by the mundane of work and chores ......... and dinner parties.
So perhaps inner smiles are not meant to be shared, and perhaps we all have them. Perhaps the wise keep them to themselves.
My Brother, SIL and neice will be over today, a visit to make me smile ...