faces

Faces are incredible

and I can never tire of looking at them.

Faces tell stories.

They tell of emotions

and experiences.

They tell of joy

and sadness,

of fear

and excitement.

And one of the greatest joys of becoming a parent

is that you get to watch a little person's face

all the time.

And I've watched as my favourite little face has changed over time.

I've seen it watch me.

I've seen it frown.

I've seen it learn to smile.

I've seen it covered in dinner.

I've seen it wet from the bath.

I've seen it tremble with a wobbly lip on the verge of crying.

I've seen it explode into laughter.

I have stared at that face more than I have stared at any other,

and probably more than I ever will at another.

And yet it still fascinates me everyday.

And I can't wait to see what that face still has in store for me. . .

 

   

. . . my favourite face in the whole world.


I can't believe how much it has changed already,
from a puffy little newborn only seconds old,
to a cheeky little monkey playing in the bath.


I often wonder which expression he'll keep as he grows up.
I like to imagine how that face might look when it starts school.
Or when it's twenty.
Or when it's a parent one day.


I know I'll never tire of looking at it.