The other night, I couldn’t sleep and started thinking about the first time Little T smiled. I was more nervous about him smiling than anything else he needed to learn. Maybe it’s an adoptive parent thing, but I was so anxious to know if he loved me as much as I loved him. On the day he smiled, we were heading up to my cousin’s wedding. He was a little less than 2 months old and my mom was holding him and watching him while I was getting ready. It probably took me an hour to run around and gather everything, and it was the first time I’d been away from him for that long. When I came back to my mom to pick him up, he got the biggest grin on his face. I started crying and smiling and laughing with him, because it was that moment that I knew that he loved me too. Now, I look back and think about how I felt and how silly it was for me to be worried. :p It’s probably one of my top ten favorite moments, and it still warms my heart to see him smile, and he totally knows it.