He did it! Baby Beck smiled at me. Not my forehead, or while he was sleeping. He looked at me and smiled. He is, in fact, the most smiley baby I've ever had. I can always tell when he's done eating 'cause he starts smiling. But now he's smiled at me. Looked in my eyes and smiled.
I've thought recently how I was only 23 (technically 22) when I had Emma and how Beck will have to look at a much older face as he grows up. Then I remember that the age comes with calm and wisdom and he's reaping some serious benefits.