We talk tohim.
We tell him how happy we are that he is in our lives.
How we are thankful for him and love him so.
We tell him stories about the places he will go, people he will meet.
And he responds
with sweet innocent stares.
Pursed lips.
Wide open mouth grins.
And sometimes wailing. (well, he is a
newborn after all).
But the lines
of communication between us are steadily growing, and all the countless hours of
changing, feeding, burping, repeat, seem to finally be responded to in very
welcome & adorable newborn like manner…
even if only in a lopsided, cross-eyed, half grin… I’ll take it.
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