A couple of weeks ago, Max treated us to his first smiles. At first we thought he was grimacing through some nasty wind but, sure enough, they were big dimply grins. His eyes shine darkly and his chin doubles and then triples, with his amusement, until he looks like a little laughing Buddha.
When he smiles, we feel like the luckiest people in the world. It's like he's bestowing on us a gift.
The simplest gift: a smile.
Non parents, please forgive us these indulgences: we know they're boring to almost everyone but us. But Max has started to laugh now. As with almost all things, he entered this world unable to laugh but this week, he seems to be in the middle of learning how to do it properly. It starts with a smile, and then becomes a big gummy open mouth, accompanied by a strange noise, halfway between a cough and a strangled yawn. It's not quite right. His tongue isn't quite sure where to go. But he's got impeccable comic timing. And every day this strangled yawn becomes a little bit more like a giggle.
On the one hand, I can't wait until he finally giggles at me. It'll sound like music. On the other hand, when he's practicing, and throwing his little head back at some joke that only he hears, I think I could live happily in that moment for ever.
When he smiles, we feel like the luckiest people in the world. It's like he's bestowing on us a gift.
The simplest gift: a smile.
Non parents, please forgive us these indulgences: we know they're boring to almost everyone but us. But Max has started to laugh now. As with almost all things, he entered this world unable to laugh but this week, he seems to be in the middle of learning how to do it properly. It starts with a smile, and then becomes a big gummy open mouth, accompanied by a strange noise, halfway between a cough and a strangled yawn. It's not quite right. His tongue isn't quite sure where to go. But he's got impeccable comic timing. And every day this strangled yawn becomes a little bit more like a giggle.
On the one hand, I can't wait until he finally giggles at me. It'll sound like music. On the other hand, when he's practicing, and throwing his little head back at some joke that only he hears, I think I could live happily in that moment for ever.
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