Saturday, June 26, 2010

A Smiling Soul

Every once in a while, he will look at me and REALLY smile.

It's the type of smile that makes me think he's just happy to be here - truly and genuinely happy to be here . . . with me . . . at that moment.


He's not being goofy or making faces or yelling at his sister or smiling/cheesing for the camera. He just looks up at me, and smiles, and his eyes sparkle, and my soul smiles.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Mine does too. I