Emilia asked me this morning why I am worried.
“I’m not worried, sweetie,” I said.
“But you have a worried face.”
“I’m okay, sweetie. Mommies sometimes just have lots to think about.”
“You should stop thinking, Mommy. So that you can smile more.”
So today we will go have hot chocolate and cupcakes and sing songs and tell jokes and kick leaves and play and not think, not think for a minute, about sadness or tiredness or returning bleak phone calls or anything else that puts wrinkles on brows and frowns on faces.
And we will smile.