Jack is now two years old. He has been smiling at me for his whole young life. This is the half smile before the scrunched up, happy smile. He is so exuberant that it’s almost impossible to catch, but I will continue to snap until I get it. It makes him irresistible; something between a warm puppy (he’ll always be a puppy – he only weighs 10 pounds), a stuffed toy, and a human baby.
With him is his partner in crime, little Boston, Sophie.