"I've heard they say that true bonding begins when your baby smiles." My friend said this at Micah's baby shower and it was like she just programmed my psychological gps, "Bonding: straight ahead in 3-4 weeks. If you get to laughter you have gone 2 weeks too far." It's nice to have a map for this kind of thing. Especially if you feel a little lost and wonder if you missed a turn to Bonding somewhere along the way.
Today I can tell we are getting close.
To the smiling.
And thus, truer bonding.
Micah's smiles are like trying to watch a hummingbird land. Did I just see that?
Micah's smiles are like a shy boy who isn't sure if anyone else thinks he's funny. Just a flicker of one, gone before the eyes crinkle.
Micah's smiles are like a dog wagging his tail while he sleeps, involuntary and endearing.
Micah's smiles are a prelude to the real sweetness: like shellacked desserts on the tray are interesting, but the real deal is indescribably better.
Micah's smiles are like the song of the icecream truck, just as it turns a corner far away and is out of earshot again.
But we know he's coming around.
In the meantime, I think I'm getting a little hungry.