Sometimes I feel like I need to smile, so I try to make myself smile. It doesn't really work. It's not the mood-elevator that a real smile is.
But sometimes smiles just happen, all by themselves.
When I was leaving for work, Hubby said I look nice today. And I smiled.
I stopped for a chai (because it's been one of those weeks), and there were poppyseed muffins, too. And I smiled. (Because now I have a chai and a poppyseed muffin.)
And when I got to work, my co-worker peeked her head around my door and said "did you see the puppy?" And I got to snuggle with Sugar, the St. Bernard puppy. And oh. my. gosh.
I'm still smiling.