The littlest kid hurts my feelings. Seriously, he breaks my heart open so severely that it just hurts. Today, he woke up from his nap and we did the little things we do: turn off the ocean cd, open the blinds to let the sun shine in, pick out a book or two (or seven) to read snuggled up in the chair. When we were done with books, I sung a little song. Happy put his hands behind his head (ala last Friday’s picture) and then quietly said more when I was done (if you have met Happy, you know quiet and still are almost impossibilities for the kid). 13 songs later, we decided it was time to get up and start our afternoon of revelry but for just those thirteen songs, it was the most magic time of the day.
