Look at those thighs! That Smile. Beautiful. Laughter of a child IS the music of the gods. Words really cannot describe what I feel when I hear Roark laugh. I swear that if we could pipe children's laughter throughout the streets, workplaces, and homes, peace would reign.
Today, Roark is officially 11 months old. He is mad army scooter, crawler, stander, and silly little man. He loves to play, is totally active, and enjoys to put whatever he is holding in his hands up high and drop them - testing the power of gravity. He is a cassanova at school giving his friends hugs and kisses. I got to witness it this morning when he crawled over to Ethan to give him a sloppy zombie kiss. However, his heart belongs to little Neela. They crawl around, chasing each other and laughing - a truly awe-inspiring sight.
Roark is a true blessing. I love him more and more every day. When I hold him, he wraps his little arm around my neck - almost knowing that I needed that hug. Sometimes, he will even wrap his little hand around my finger, or rub my arm, as if to say, "Mom, everything will be okay."
This kid is amazing.
