You're late leaving school,
I pull forward and brake,
wait for the running smile.
Jack was held in the building a bit late this afternoon, and he knew he was late. He left the building running, with a smile, to my car and climbed in. Then he surprised me. "I'm sorry I'm late! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" As he entered the car, the running smile was somehow replaced by panic, worry that he was in trouble. I have no idea where that panic came from; perhaps his teacher had urged him to hurry.
But I just wanted the running smile back.
The running smile is such a blessing.
Whose running smile thrills you? Whom can you bless with a running smile today?