Monday, June 25, 2012

Why Are You Smiling?

The question came in a hushed whisper, floating across the way.
"Why are you smiling?  Why are you laughing?"
Playfully I whispered back, "I'm happy."
A puzzled look.
"You make me happy!" I reply.
A satisfied smile as my response.
I'm smiling because you painted on your own today.
I'm smiling because the sitting room is covered with paintings of butterflies.
I'm smiling because today I've been the patient of a doctor using paint bottles for pretend medicine.
I'm smiling because I held a child on my lap and read book after book today.
I'm smiling because we just named your teddy bear Rebecca after your sister and mine.
I'm smiling because while you were sleeping, you reached over to grab my hand.
On the inside, there's a different kind of smile...one that knows you'll grow up to do great things; but one that also knows I've only got two days left with you...two days to make one final impact.
That's why I'm smiling.

2 comments:

  1. Kathleen that was an amazing read. I love that you are changing lives over there. Keep up the good work!!! Miss you and can't wait to hear some of your stories!!!

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  2. I have so loved your postings...hard to believe the time has gone by so fast. You have made an eternal impact on the lives of those precious girls. They will never forget you or the love, joy, and hope you brought to their lives during these past few weeks. Can't wait to talk with you face to face!

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