It's miraculous to me how Sam can be so so so happy in the mornings. So happy that he's nearly jumping out of his skin.His legs are pumping the air. His arms are flailing around. His torso is wriggling. He has a smile that practically wraps around his head. His eyes are dancing and he cannot contain or control the sounds that he makes, shrieks and giggles and outright belly laughs.
What makes this miraculous is what triggers it. Surely it must be a beautiful sight, it must be.
But one glance in the mirror confirms the miracle.
He's responding this way to a baggy eyed, crazy haired, pasty skinned, smelly, lop-sided-half-smiling Momma.
That's love, people, that is love!