happiness

i am watching my sweet boy swinging in his swing. he is sleeping with his little bottom lip stuck out. there are bubbles forming and just sitting there on his mouth. his little brow is furrowed...i wonder what he is thinking or dreaming about. i remember the first time we put him in this swing. he was so tiny the safety straps were completely pointless (we strapped them on anyway). now his little feet almost reach the edge of the swing. his dad has hung some extra toys from the mobile that's attached. every time it goes around the little ladybug and butterfly tinkly toys brush gently over his head, which doesn't seem to bother him. i can hear him snoring softly. and every few minutes, while he sleeps, a smile appears briefly on his sweet little face.