Reasons to smile

Today I realised I'd forgotten how to smile. When the sparrows look for me, are they looking for the all too familiar frown?

The strange thing is I love what I do. I mean really, I love it. Sure its hard and often times it's not like it is in the movies. But the sparrows they are with me and it's so much fun.

So why is it that my face tells a different story?

The sparrows they laugh loud and often. Why can't I?

Somewhere in between the trump jokes, the fights, the dirty washing and the instruction thrice yelled, I lost it. My smile.

But I have much to smile about.

Tomorrow I will set out to smile on purpose. To use those muscles that seem to have wasted away. To bless the sparrows with my countenance instead of squashing their youthful exuberance with a carelessly raised eyebrow.