The prompt this week was ‘…the smile…’
It didn’t matter what sort of day I’d had. Whether it had all gone right, for once, or as usual had gone horribly wrong, sending me home in all sorts of stress and upset moods.
When I got out of the car and to the front door, he’d be there. Giving me a hug and a smile. His smile. The smile that made me fall in love with him all over again every time I saw him.
And suddenly, it didn’t matter how the day had been. I knew that I belonged somewhere, and that everything was going to be all right really.