6 months Pre-Widowhood
6 months Post-Widowhood
While these were two very different situations-one where Kevin and I were BBQ’ing at Lancaster Central Park, and another where I’m giving a “cheers” to Kevin at our favorite beach. But widowhood has changed my smile. Last night, thinking of this particular blog, I tried to give a HUGE smile, one of the cheesy ones I used to. I found that those muscles were restricted, that it had become more difficult to stretch my mouth to those heights. My smile has become weakened over these two years.
I love to smile, and I still do. I find immense joy at laughing, and sometimes I laugh too hard just to get that rush. On an average smile, however, it’s not bursting, it’s just present. I feel the happiness and excitement of a situation that warrants a smile, but it is not at the capacity it once was. My smile just turns the corners of my lips, and sometimes doesn’t even open them.
I really want that huge, cheesy smile back. The one that showed the world I was experiencing intense happiness and joy. I feel that quite often, but I would love to reflect that upon others around me.
So my challenge to myself is to find situations which warrant a huge ass smile, and to plant it on my face however much my muscles object.