Yes, It Makes Me Smile

Every day something in this life beats me down. Every day.

I have finally sat myself down behind the wheel of my car.  It is 7:54pm.  It is dark out.

I close my eyes and let out a sigh from deep within me.  The heel of my hands found their ways to my eyes and rubbed off any remaining eyeliner.

A yawn escapes.

I blink out the water from the yawn and start my car.  Even though I am in a parking structure, the satellite radio comes alive–still on channel 17: The Jam: Pearl Jam radio.

Eddie Vedder’s growly croon fills my tiny car and I smile.

It’s time to go home.

I know I will be greeted by a small, curly-haired boy who will be so excited to see me, that he will snatch the pipey out of his own mouth and launch it down the stairs at me, and proceed to point and “ooo! oooo!” at me.

I know that from up in the living room I will hear, “hey babes.  welcome home.”

My house will be warm and filled with the anticipation of “momma” coming home.

Toys will be spread everywhere and dishes will be in the sink.  Off-limits picture frames and books will be stacked neatly on the island rescued from “helping” hands.  Gates will be in place.

I have missed all the fun and tears that created this.

But I am home now.  And that makes me smile.

Don’t it make you smile?
When the sun don’t shine, it don’t shine at all?
Don’t it make you smile?
I miss you already…I miss you always.
I miss you already…I miss you all day.
This is how I feel…
I miss you already…yeah…I miss you always.
The crooked heart swells all around, yeah…I miss you all day.
Don’t it make you smile?
~”Smile” by Pearl Jam