My son

I just had a wonderful time with my son and thought to write about it. He just woke up from his nap and I held him for a while, just talking to him about his family - his family history, how wonderful his mom is (and how much I love her despite any occasional argument or unnecessary crabbiness on my part), how his sister has more silliness per pound than anyone else (though he is catching up with her), and generally how much I love him and will always support him. Then I sang him a song and he just smiled his big, wide, eye-squinting-because-his-cheeks-are-so-chubby smile and cooed. That Mr. Dimple!