That Smile

One of my preoccupations is trying to make Matt laugh (or at least smile). Since he's the one gifted with a great sense of humor, well crafted punch lines and perfect timing, I skip the jokes. What does that leave in my arsenal then? Silliness. :)

Every morning I see Matt off to work, at least every morning that I'm not going with him or heading out to take care of the baby. Outside of our wood door, we have an almost full glass door. I stand inside with that door closed and watch him while he gets in his truck to pull off. Then, we wave just as he turns out and gets to the end of the drive.

In the cold weather, he often takes a little longer, needing to scrape ice off of his truck windows. That leaves me standing at the door longer, watching and waiting. This morning, I saw that no one else (no neighbors) were outside. Matt is often very focused and getting in his intense work mode at this point in the morning, so I, of course, wanted to see that smile. That handsome, adorable smile. The one I see when I'm silly and he can't help but be amused. So...I started dancing :) 

He didn't look up...Hmph. He moved around the truck to the other side. I danced again. He didn't look up. Erg. Hmph. Oh. Wait. That smile. There it is. Hmm...Did he catch a glimpse? He's coming back to the driver's side, maybe he'll look up this time. I danced for him one last time and I got to see that broad, amused grin as he looked down, almost trying to hide it. Hee hee

I may not have much to draw from, but I love bringing a smile to his face. I'm crazy about that man.