Four.

Pax.

I apologize for not writing to you

for quite some time.

I guess I have been too busy

smooching on your cheeks,

playing with the little curls

on the back of your neck,

and threatening to eat your toes.

In my defense,

they are extremely cute toes.

And it makes you laugh so

it is impossible to stop myself.

It is no wonder because,

you have the very best laugh.

You do.

First, those dimpled cheeks we love to smooch 

raise up in a smile,

squinting your eyes,

and then you throw your head back and

let out the deepest little

buddha belly squeal.

Your moms swear that you have your moments

of complete and utter meltdown but,

I rarely see it. 

You are a happy boy.

The happiest.

You smile at everyone and I hope

you never stop. 

Smiling at strangers.