My baby has a beautiful smile. She is infectious. Everywhere I go, people who know her tell me how she lights up their day when she smiles at them. Even me, on the mornings I need to wake her for school, she will roll over and look at me, squinty-eyed and disoriented, still half asleep, and smile at me, so happy and so wide it brings tears to my eyes. I hope she never loses that.
Her baby brother seems to have mastered that smile, too. Each time I gaze upon his face, I am treated to the same wide, happy smile. Without teeth, of course. And it makes me so happy. And for that I am thankful.
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Awwwww! That is all I can say to that. Awwww. It makes my heart happy.
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