Smiling

Yesterday a couple of dog walking friends and I got together and walked our dogs down through the woods near Mawnan Smith. The sunlight shone through the trees, the first bluebells were peeking through the green denseness, and the two dogs ran miles up and down the banks, down onto the beach at the bottom, chased each other in and out of the water, and up and over the cliffs on the way home.

Seeing their enthusiasm, their sheer joy of running, the kick of the chase, made me smile.

Watching Buster give Mollie a piece of his mind when she’s overstepped the mark. That makes me smile.

Seeing Himself with the giggles. This doesn’t often happen, but when he does, tears run down his cheeks, he wails and shakes his head. It’s very contagious. It happened last night when we spent nearly an hour trying to work out who’d paid what to get the car through the MOT, and who owed who what.

Seeing the delight on my friend’s face when she met me in the pub last night for the first time since her hip resurfacing. She insisted on coming down to the pub – on crutches – so I held the door open and gave her a big hug. Her grin lit up her face.
And mine, I suspect.

Love Soup – on Saturdays at around 9pm. The antics of the two younger girls, always trying to pull, always make me smile.

Looking out from my bedroom window (where I write) and seeing blue sky, purple tulips, bluebells, a red and white freesia – and my other nameless plants in bloom. Spring is nearly here. That makes me smile.

What makes you smile?