Hmmm, what's it to be today. Perhaps a piece of the body. I love my smile. I like to think it's warm. I certainly know it's expensive.
I had braces when I was a teenager and I certainly appreciate how hard my father had to work to pay for that expense. I really found out the day after I had my braces off and chipped my front tooth trying to set my watch. I thought my dad was going to cry. We were a single income family, and getting braces wasn't an easy decision - it meant my family missed out on a lot of other things that that money could have been spent on.
Do love my smile though. Like my eyes, it's expressive, inclusive and always ready to make an appearance. I love that phrase "If you would like to spoil the day for a grouch, give him a smile." I love the infectiousness of a smile. I love that no matter what my mood, I can smile and the world somehow seems brighter. I love that I was taught to answer the phone with a smile in my very first job. That has always stuck with me, and I often have people comment about my phone manner and my friendly, smiley voice.
So do me a favour if you ever see me looking down in the mouth, give me a smile (and a hug never goes astray either), and brighten up my day for me.
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