Today, I want to celebrate my happy baby.

We can’t get through one aisle at the grocery store without someone stopping us to comment that Lenny is “such a happy baby.”  He willingly gives these strangers a big toothy smile if they come anywhere near the cart to get a better look. He is often playing in the cart, cooing and babbling and taking everything in as we roll up and down the aisles. My happy baby brings a smile to my face, even while doing something as routine as grocery shopping.

Lenny is mostly always this happy. He’ll let you know if he’s tired or hungry, and he’s recently gotten very vocal if you take something away from him that he wanted to play with–usually something he shouldn’t be playing with in the first place. But ninety-five percent of the time, Lenny is not just content, he is happy.

Lenny seems to be simply loving life. I hope it is true. I like to think that he knows how special it is that he’s here with us, and makes the most of every moment. We fought so hard to bring him into this world; happy doesn’t even begin to describe how my husband and I feel to spend each day with him. I hope our happy baby knows just how much he is loved.