The old song never tolled truer. When Buxton smiles, my whole world smiles with him. Here he is before such expressions became daily occurrence. When this picture snapped, an entire day of changing diapers and wiping up second hand milk and general parenting earned its keep in a look just like this one. A day with this kind of smile was a good day.
His mother holds him here. You can see her hands lifting him, almost as if his joy comes from flying through the air. That part of the picture makes for its own smiles. He has no idea just how far we hope to lift him up, or what it would mean should we be able. He has no idea the joys we hope to help him find, the heights we hope to help him reach.
He only knows the touch of his mother, and the way it makes him feel in a moment. Look at him. Look at his face. Now tell me why he has need of knowing anything else.
1 comment:
I think the pictures are awesome, but your words bring a whole new dimension to it. You can read how much he means to you and how much you love being his dad.
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