The other day, I laughed. There was a lift and a flutter and it sort of just came out. I'm sure I had the widest of widest grins on my face too, I could feel its giant tugs. I was driving home from Woodridge when it happened. And it's funny, because what brought it on I can't remember. All I know is that it was one of those quirky, cute memories that you keep forever. I probably recalled something funny Greg had said, followed by one of those goofy facial expressions he always does. In response to that, I usually laugh at his complete dorkiness. And then those baby blue eyes lighten and the most perfect smile I had ever witnessed in my life appears. That's when I experience raw happiness coursing through every molecule in my body. It's an emotion that you can't mistake or question- you have to know that it is what it is. Outwardly, I'm gushing at his off-the-charts cuteness level of course. Inwardly, I'm smiling again at where I've been and where I am now. I'm smiling at my past woes because they're meaningless to me now. The insignificant things I thought that mattered don't matter anymore because of that great smile that brings me home.
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