The day had felt like an endurance test. As life with three little ones can. How many tasks can I perform? How much patience do I have? (not so much) How tired can a person get? All I could think as I helped her in to her PJs and brushed her hair was, "I'm going to bed"; it was 7pm. We had a cuddle and I smiled a weary, puffy-eyed smile. "Hmmm, I like it when you smile", she said. It struck me, I could take this one of two ways. First, I don't smile enough and she really noticed that I had smiled for a change? I hope not! Secondly, (the one I'm going with) she just likes it when I smile, I look friendly, warm and loving, not tired, irritable and impatient. I know how I would like to look as she climbs in to bed each night. Preferably that warm and loving version of me. It seems that all I have to do, in fact, is simply just smile.
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