We all go gaga for a smile...
18/01/08
There is something about a baby’s
smile, that’s different to anyone else’s. It’s a heartfelt and
meaningful smile (how many babies have you seen faking smiles?).
It’s a short outburst offered in return for an eccentric yelp, a
silly tickle or a ridiculous face. It’s one of life’s pleasures
that I have recently become addicted to.
She looks at me, wide-eyed and beautiful, waiting, patiently and
eagerly for me to do something entertaining, and when I do – how
could you not? – that’s it, she squeals and giggles, flashing me
her pink gummy smile and dazzling eyes. Then she stops, a wind-up
toy, wound down. She looks at me, face still, head on one side,
mouth closed; with only her vivid eyes telling me that I have to do
it again if I want to see her smile a little longer.
So I do, and she does.
I’ve ditched my healthy breakfast at home, no more tea and cereals; I have to go to the bar every morning for my daily fix before I can even think about walking into work; but it’s not the espresso shot that gives me my kick in the morning, it’s twinkling over someone’s little jewel, a jewel named Izzy, proud that for five minutes, those smiles are all for me.
The most heart-warming five minutes of my day, that make me really, moltohappy.
dw
So I do, and she does.
I’ve ditched my healthy breakfast at home, no more tea and cereals; I have to go to the bar every morning for my daily fix before I can even think about walking into work; but it’s not the espresso shot that gives me my kick in the morning, it’s twinkling over someone’s little jewel, a jewel named Izzy, proud that for five minutes, those smiles are all for me.
The most heart-warming five minutes of my day, that make me really, moltohappy.
dw