I had a real wake up call earlier today. My 3 yr old granddaughter was over and we were watching Over the Hedge. She patted my face and said, "Grammy, why does your face look so sad?" It ripped at my heart and at first I didn't know what to say. Then I told her, "I guess I do feel sad sometimes because I miss Poppy, but when I'm with you it makes me feel happy- maybe my heart forgot to tell my face." Then I smiled and she smiled too. I forget sometimes that it's not just me that's feeling the ripples of this mess. In the future I need to try to keep my happy face on around the kids, no matter what I'm feeling. I like to think that this is one place they can come to without feeling stressed or afraid- a soft place to fall. I'm wondering if I look sad so much of the time and don't even realize it?
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