I thought about long walks in lanes of fiery orange, where the crisp leaves crunch beneath my feet, and the air stirs with the impatient anxiety of the coming winter, unwilling to yet relinquish the warm memories of summer.
I thought about the wide eyes of a newborn boy, the firm grasp of his hand around my finger, the way his mouth stretches into a shy sort of grin before he even knows how to fully smile, or even what a smile is.
I thought about chocolate, because, well, who doesn't smile at that?
I thought about elderly couples that are not overbearing in their passion, but who breath each others laughter and hold each others hearts, not with a grip that is afraid to let go for the fear that if they do their lover will slip out and leave them, but with a hold so light and tender that they choose to stay linked of their own accord, because that's how they are happiest. Their love is like the air they breathe; like the constant gentle thumping of the heart - that unnoticed, and that necessary.
I thought about handwritten notes, especially those not spurned by any occasion but that of love and a thankful heart, that are not beautiful for their eloquence nor penmanship, but for the thought that lead the pen to write.
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| Handwritten letters: they make me feel so loved! :) |
I thought about friends' successes, that contagious joy that allows me to live their moment of rapture vicariously, so much is my happiness for them.
I thought about that one song that whenever it comes on the radio my heart comes bursting out my mouth and I just want to grab whomever I'm with (or the nearest unfortunate object if I'm alone - and yes, this has been done with a ladle) and twirl about the room, finding such a lively beat inside me that I fail to notice when the music stops.
I think of all these things and I cannot help but smile.
To return to the question of "What makes you smile?"
A smile. Or even the thought of one.
A cute little video to make you smile :)
Candidly,
Cookie
