Nobody ever said the most beautiful smile I’d ever see would come from me. You may ask, as do I, how can that be?
It’s true. I can feel my smile warm the room, happiness leaping from the creases in my parted lips. There is laughter, too, and like a tingling in our jest, I can actually feel the air on my teeth – the freaking air on my teeth – because my smile has never been so damn beautiful.
My smile, you see, is a mirror reflecting what’s in front of me. Our son growing between breaths; our laughter overlapping, our family just weeks away from they used to be three. And it is strange to find my own smile so beautiful, I know. But I’m okay with that, but only because you are next to me, the most damn beautiful smile on your lips, reflecting my smile back at me.
Categories: Creative Writing
I cannot help but think that impending fatherhood (x2) is significantly contributing to this smile. Why not simply say you’re radiating? 🙂 I can almost see and just as importantly, feel your glow. Beam on, my friend!
Thank you sister, I love you too! I have so much to be happy about, you being one of those things! Miss you, love you!!!
Nothing better than feeling enough confidence and to be happy ! Keep smiling ! ^_^
Ain’t that the truth! Nothing beats smiling and meaning it. 🙂
I love you and your amazing happiness!!! This is a great time! Xo