At 6 weeks he smiles for the first time. We are in an unfamiliar place, with an unfamiliar friend holding him. He is content, and then I coo at home and bring my face closer and closer to his and I see a moment of recognition, of assurance, of, "That's my Mama!" And a calmness washes over him, a security, and he begins wiggling and twitching with joy. The joy writhes it's way through his body and transforms into bliss, and the corners of the mouth begin to move. He begins his smile, his mouth opens wider and wider with emotion, with happiness; and there is my baby, expressing.
He adds in a little cooing of his own, allows his body and face to be transformed with his happiness. And the delight that this Mama feels at a moment like this is complete. I am so proud and thrilled and happy all at once, for watching a small being such as himself express joyful emotion is gratifying; and I am grateful.
(and apologetic there are no photographs of this beautiful sight.)
Makes me almost cry. I remember those days. So beautiful.
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