she has always been a happy baby. a tiny, happy baby. when she was about 5 days old, she kept ‘smiling’ at me that i squeal in delight every time she does! and each time, her kuya duy would look at me sternly and say, ‘it’s just gas.’
fast forward to today–she smiles, she grins, she giggles, she laughs. and when i’m lucky, she touches my face, stares right back at me, giggles, and say, “mommy, ababu (i love you).”
no music can be sweeter than her laughter.