an awakening

I remember sitting in the car with The Spaniard. It was after some school or sports event. One of the other parents came to the car to say a few words… all smiles… completely and genuinely happy and kind.

When he left, I asked The Spaniard…

“How does he do that?”

“What?”

“How does he always seem so happy and nice all the time?”

She said, “Maybe he just is, Sam.”

(which reminded me...)