When Ruairidh started smiling (and I mean properly smiling, not just grimacing while he was farting), it was such an amazing feeling. His whole face is just a picture, his smile is huge. Just like his daddy’s. I’d look over into his Moses basket each morning and smile and he’d look a bit perplexed then smile back. Gorgeous.
But a couple of days ago, I tried a wee experiment. I looked over and didn’t smile, I just looked at him. I wondered if he’d know who I was. Would he just look back at me? Was the smile just a mirroring thing?
He looked at me. A bit sleepily. A bit quizzically. Then he smiled. A big giant, beaming smile.
Ruairidh knows me. And that made him smile. Excuse me while I burst with love.