Over the Moon

There is nothing in the world that can compare to the smile on a baby's face. Wesley has the type of smile that lights up his whole face. He looks like he is trying so hard to laugh, like someone is tickling him everywhere. Combine that adorable smile with the coos and you've got a recipe for priceless art.
As I sit here at almost four o'clock in the morning, waiting for him to fall back asleep, I can't help but think that as wonderful as having my first book published is, what is making me smile the most these days is my son. He just laid on his changing table for over 15 minutes smiling, (almost) laughing, and talking to me in that sweet baby way, and this is what I will take to bed with me (whenever I go). He has also begun to discover his hands and how much fun it can be to chew on them. The coordination still isn't quite there well enough for the hands to stay in his mouth, but he is definitely starting to figure out a connection between the two. So between hand chewing and baby cooing, the last hour has been like a trip over the moon - priceless and worth every second of lost sleep.