Trent over at Trent’s World has been posting “smile” posts. Today’s prompted a long comment that, upon consideration, was just what I was looking to write for today’s post. Stop by and see Trent and read the comment I left for him, which I have copy/pasted below.
I thought about it for a long time. A private space that makes me smile? Maybe not private but every time I am with my family, it makes me smile. Even when there is nothing to smile about, there is. It doesn’t matter where we are, as long as we’re together.
In August of 2004, my three kids and I joined another family in Maui. I had been there quite a few times and one of the things I had really wanted to do was to go up to the top of Haleakala Crater to watch the sun rise. My ex didn’t like doing things like that so we had never gone. This time, I was in good company that appreciated some of the same things I did, including watching the sun rise over Haleakala, even though it was 5:00 in the morning and about 10 degrees with gusting winds! And I had all three of my kids with me to share it. It was worth getting up at an ungodly hour and driving up the steep winding road and standing in complete darkness, shivering. That sunrise was magnificent. When I need that memory…that inspiration…I pull that out of my past and set it right in front of me to remind me of the beauty, the perfection, the serenity, and the promise that the moment held. Then, all things are possible, including smiles.