S is a beautifully happy baby. Except for bath time and when she’s tired, that is. I’m so proud of her smiles. Everyone, everyone, comments on them. Today she was chuckling all to herself as she sat on my lap. The reason: watching the wind blow the leaves and tree branches sway.
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Oh, that takes me back. I remember my oldest son doing the same thing watching the reflection of the trees outside dancing on the walls in the sunlight. The smallest things must seem magickal to a baby.
Posted by: Kate | Wednesday, 06 September 2006 at 09:00 PM