my little ball of joy.

you know how when certain people walk into a room, the whole mood lifts? they radiate such positive energy that it simply bounces off of them? and the opposite is also true... when someone with very negative energy enters a room, you can just feel it. it's like they bring the entire mood of the room down.

this afternoon as I was laying on the couch enjoying a quiet sunday, beckham was wandering around, babbling to himself. he looked over at me and his entire face lit up. his eyebrows were trying to reach his hairline, his eyes bright and big. his cheeks were lifted and round, pulling up his mouth which was smiling hugely, revealing the increasing number of little teeth inside. sometimes his whole face pops with joy so much that he tips himself over. really. it's like his little body is just radiating so much light and happiness, he can't contain himself. that face is priceless to me. it is pure, innocent, sweet joy, and it one can't help but be happy right back at him. while one might think that babies eight months apart is sure to drive a mother insane, I think the exact opposite is true this week. this week, that face, that joy, that smile has been my sanity. it walks into the room and shines just when I'm about to lose it and the contagious smile lifts me. lifts the mood. lifts us all.

I love that face, and all the light and joy it holds. and shares.