On his way out the door from church today, carried in his mother’s arms, was a baby not quite at the walking stage yet but with a marvelous mop of light brain (note to my big sister: yes, I meant to type brown, not sure where mine was on that one) hair and usually I can get a cute grin out of him to match. I don’t think he’s quite ready for a finger puppet yet; he might try to eat it. So I just play peekaboo and the like with him when I get a chance.
It had been a long time away from his crib and it was naptime and he had the face of a little one who’s about to start making it known loudly.
And then suddenly he saw me. His little face burst into a grin! And he stayed smiling, waving bye bye at me, all the way out.
I tell you. I could float on that one for days.