Wayne Smith used to tell me how much he loved my coffee smile.
That big, huge smile that would spread across my face when I had a cup of coffee in hand.
It was a reflection of sheer joy.
Like this one.

And even this one.

It seems that lately, I’ve lost that smile.
I don’t know how to find it.
Seriously, I feel like I rarely laugh or smile anymore.
I try, but it’s just not in there.
More often than not, I look like this.