There are some days that are just hard.
It’s Monday, the world weighs heavy, the kids are fussing, it’s cloudy outside, and the baby’s tooth won’t come through.
You want to cry but there isn’t time so you put one foot in front of the other and you spread the peanut butter and you play upbeat music to hide the sadness in your eyes.
Then you lock yourself away during nap time and try to find your smile under the covers where you must have left it when you crawled out way too early.
Until the kids, the two who fuss the most, come bounding into your room, cheeks red from the cold, grins wider than their mouths, like this:
The smell of the promise of spring fills the room and tickles your nostrils and there, hidden beneath the pollen, is the smile you’ve been missing all day.
“… And she smiles at the future…” Proverbs 31:25