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.
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.
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Mine does too. I
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