I love to smile. I must have been taught that as a little girl. And growing up, oddly, finding just about anything as excuse for smiles stuck as a habit. Nice, don’t you think? A senior now, a Lola (Grandma) still growing up, often I see myself reaching for reasons to smile. Besides the good feeling, the stretch of up to 43 facial muscles is healthy exercise without the strain. A habit pleasant and attractive on the outside; healthy and soothing on the inside.
I’ll share here some excuses for my smiles, hoping to inspire observations or thoughts that might bring out the sunshine in your face – enough to blow out the blues.