Sunday, March 15, 2009

Friends and First Words

This weekend has been a good one for visiting with friends. Some of the people from church came by yesterday, and today, she got a visit from some of her work friends. She was sitting in the chair, so the timing was perfect. One of the girls made a poster with pictures of Tammy and some of the other dispatchers at work. She was able to laugh and goof around for a while.

We also have some poster boards that her cousin put letters on for us, and Tammy's brother, Danny, bought a laser pointer. With a little practice, she was able to point the laser at the letters. Actually she got so good at it that, when were giving her a hard time, she told us to "Back off!" Woo-hoo! The attitude lives!

It is so good to see her laughing, and it was almost as good to see her make people laugh! There are many things in the world that are precious, but to see the smile of someone you love has to be among the top 20. And they are even more precious when you have come through a time when you didn't think you would see it ever again. Actually, that really shouldn't be the case, should it? Every smile of a loved one should be a treasure. It is just really easy to take them for granted. We really don't have assurance that we have a tomorrow or a next time. So, the next smile, the next laugh you share with your kids, or your spouse, or your friends, or your sister, or your brother, or a grandparent...keep it close. Record the way their eyes sparkle. Does their nose wrinkle? Do they have dimple? Is it a short laugh, or a hold on to your sides and cry laugh? Is it a rumble? Does it carry into the next room or can you barely hear it at all? Why are they smiling? Should you do it again, or is the laugh a warning that you better not? Warning: They may look at you like you're crazy as they watch you looking at them. Just smile back and say, "I just like to see you smile." I guarantee, unless it is a teenager, that you will be rewarded with another smile to tuck away in your treasure box.

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