"Good morning, Brad," I said wistfully, trying to mask the melancholy. What I wouldn't give for a return smile. But at this point, I had come to not expect it.
And then...it happens: Brad smiles.
I rub my eyes in disbelief.
Brad is still smiling.
"You're smiling!!!" I screamed.
All of my fears and anxieties instantly melt away. My heart swells with joy and love. It was a true, rich social smile.
I gestated Brad for 9 months. I gave birth to him. I spent countless sleepless nights, not to mention the diapers. Now, all of the work and exhaustion suddenly seemed trivial. THIS is what it's all about.
Wow, I really dodged a bullet, I thought to myself. I can't believe I thought he had autism. How silly.
Here is a link to the pictures I took that day. The jpeg file names, which are the originals, reflect the mood of the day. My personal fave: "making up for lost time smiling."
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