Joshua, our six-week-old son, has “smiled” before. You know what I’m talking about? The day after he was born, we caught him in what looked like a smile. Sure, he had his eyes closed and was probably asleep, but the corners of his mouth were turned up so we counted it as a smile. Here’s a picture:
But today, Eleanor saw a real smile. Joshua was sitting in his rocker, which has little toys that hang down in front of him. He looked at them and smiled.
I didn’t see this one, but I remember the first time Johnny smiled at me. Until that point, he would tell us when something was wrong or when he was hungry, but that was the first time he responded to me as a person. My heart practically exploded with joy!
(I’m resisting the urge to sermonize here… I’m sure there’s an analogy to how God responds to worship, but I’ll fight it off for now. :-))
Anyway, I can’t wait to see Joshua smile at me. It’s just wonderful to see our little babies become people with their own personalities!