I’m at the dining room table, bouncing the baby with my right foot while I do my morning writing. Robbi and the other kids are still asleep. Just now I looked down and spent a few minutes communing with August. I was rewarded with a smile, the first one I can truly believe is more than just a passing facial twitch.
I believe this smile is real because it’s been happening over and over again this morning. I’m afraid my writing has suffered in favor of the far more appealing option of watching him practice.
And what has made my boy decide to smile today? I’m assuming he’s delighted with his present company.
Some day I won’t be making a fuss when August smiles. It will be routine as sunrise. But for today it is rare and wonderful, a cause for minor celebration. There’s something so special about firsts.
:-) back at ya, precious thang.
P.S. Has anyone mentioned that August looks like Robbi’s dad? Because, though I only met Bob once, I see the resemblance.
I see some mischief, too. But those eyes and that smile, whether or not it’s real, could melt me.
Clare – No one has mentioned the Bob likeness (I think the hairdo (or lack thereof) probably helps). When I told Bob, he harrumphed, but was clearly secretly pleased.
Also, Matthew – I like how I fall into the “kids” category (“Robbi and the other kids”) – it makes me feel like it’s a good thing that I sleep in in the mornings.