Because It Makes Me Smile

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Years ago I was at a toy shop downtown and saw a seven-foot giraffe and said, “I have to have that in our house.” Little did I know when said giraffe was being auctioned off for a good cause that my husband would outbid everyone else so he could get it for me. “Savannah” as I’ve named her has made our living room her home ever since. In the lead image, you can see what she looked like as we moved her to our new home in the back of the pick-up. I was recently telling the story to someone who asked if she matched the decor of our house.

“Not at all,” I replied.

I’ve loved and collected giraffes for many years. Maybe it’s because they are very tall animals and I am a very small animal. Or maybe it’s because they have the largest heart of any land animal, but those gentle (except when they are neck fighting) giants make me smile.

Physically when we smile, we tell our brain to feel good and in return our feel-good brain tells us to smile. That’s a cycle I like to tap into. As Mother Teresa said, “We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.” I’m comfortable answering questions about why I bought a certain outfit or why I gave a certain gift or why I have a kitsch seven-foot giraffe in my home, “Because it makes me smile.”

3 thoughts on “Because It Makes Me Smile

  1. Heather,
    I attended your session at VRI yesterday, hearing you for the second time (first being last fall in Maine) and have been thinking about some way to set up a support network for coaches in my area. Since we often play several roles in our small schools, it seems like we never have the opportunity to share our challenges and successes that are specific to coaching. Any ideas you might have on that would be great. Mostly though, I just had to tell you that I, also collect giraffes for basically the same reason that you do. That, and those gentle, love-filled eyes get me every time!

  2. I would have loved to have seen the looks on other drivers faces as Savannah made her journey from Tumwater to Yelm Highway. Now that would have made me smile. . .

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