The other day Lucas was waving his little hands in front of his face, concentrating very hard, while I talked to him. I was going on and on and on (I think we were discussing politics) when suddenly his little hand reached up a little bit further and touched my face. And I knew suddenly that's what he'd been trying to do because as soon as he did, he smiled a huge smile! It was the first time he has reached out for me. And he kept doing it for the next 20 minutes, touching my cheek, my nose, my lips. He is starting to get teeth right now so he kept alternating hands, sticking one in his mouth to chew on for a while, and reaching for me with the other. And each time that spitty little hand would reach my face my heart would melt. By this time, instead of just smiling when he reached me, he was laughing -- these big loud whooping squeals, and he would kick his legs like he does when he gets excited. And so there he was squealing away and I had tears in my eyes. So this is for you my Lucas: XXOooOxXXoxoxoOOxoxo -- I love you too.
A visit home to Washburn Wisconsin
6 days ago