coos and poos

I was reading my cousins post on facebook this morning (early because Brody didn't want to sleep too much last night) and she was praising the joy of waking up to her daughter cooing. I too have been lucky enough to wake up to Brody cooing and giggling and it always brings a smile to my face, and fills my inner being with a warmness that starts my day happy. It doesn't even matter how early it is. If he wakes up with a smile, I can't help but smile too. I've also had the privilege of waking up to Brody working on a poo; grunts and toots, the works. And that too brings a smile to my face. Laughter to my mornings.  Who knew? A year ago I would never have guessed something as basic as my child pooping could make me happy!

Happy Sunday!