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smileOnce again, the week has flown by…and it’s the Fouth of July to boot!  Who am I kidding?  The summer is vanishing right before my eyes!

Our wonderful plans to spend much of the day with kids/grandkids at the pool with a fun picnic were destroyed by a full day of rain!!

I guess actually it didn’t rain every minute of the day, but there were big downpours followed by mist and dripping and overcast skies.   I can’t remember a messier Fourth of July!  The firework displays we were looking forward to seeing didn’t happen either.  Bummer.

As for the rules for Five Minute Friday, they are as follows:

  • Write for 5 minutes–minimal editing, if you get carried away, let us know when your 5 minutes ran out!
  • Link to Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday page.
  • Comment on the person ahead of you in line and tell her what her words have meant to you.  You can do it with anyone else you’d like as well!


Is there anything more beautiful than a smile?

No, not the plastic, painted on, fake smile that is totally posed;

The one that says, now is the time to smile so I will look good,

Or so you will like me,

Or because it seems to be the thing to do at the moment.


The smile I’m talking about is the smile that spontaneously comes from the heart.

The one that brightens up the face, lights the eyes and says,

“I’m so glad to see you!”  or

“If I could choose anyone in the whole world, you are the one I’d want to see…right now!


Maybe that’s why we get so excited when our infants smile for the first time.

They are saying, “I know you.  You are someone who is safe.  I love you.”

Maybe that’s why we hate it when the comments about their having gas irritate us so much.

Of course, they are smiling.  They are our children.  They love us.                      STOP


Recently, we moved away from our home in Texas to be closer to family.

Because our family is so spread out, we moved to be near the family that had no nearby grandparents.

…yet still lived in the United States.


We have always had good friends wherever we have lived.

Really wonderful friends.  I wouldn’t trade them for the world!

But there really isn’t anything like being near your family.

You have history together that is mostly good.


Having childen to discuss issues with, who know you and your history

And love you anyway.

And having your grandchildren smile when you walk into the room

And want to hug and kiss you when you leave?