This morning, when I picked Henry up from the church nursery, he was sitting in a little swing, just inside the doorway. I walked up to the door and said, "Hi Henry!"
He turned his little baby head, stared right at me for a few seconds, and then, slowly, a big fat grin spread across his face. Then he said "gaaa."
Be still my heart.
It may have been the most gratifying moment of my life thus far.
(Well, at least in terms of the kind of gratification I'm going to talk about on the internet. Wink, wink.)