Sunday, June 24, 2007

joie de vivre

Before I had Eleanor, I felt that God spoke to me that he was giving me a baby called "Joy". I knew it was about a season God wanted to bring, and a choice he wanted me to make, to actively choose joy. That is one of the reasons one of Eleanor's names is "Joie". (Also after her grandmother Joyce, the legend of Joy Dawson, and my cousin's amazing wine company.)

I guess it really shouldn't be such a surprise that she is a ridiculously smiley baby. She is so, so happy almost all the time. (And when she's not, she NOT and it's amazing too.) To paraphrase Anne Lamott, when she sees you first thing in the morning her face has an expression of joy that is so ebullient that it is almost as if she were saying: "Somebody told me you were DEAD!"

She seriously looks like this a vast majority of the hours in the day:

1 comment:

Sandra Vander Schaaf said...

Ooh, but that makes me realize how much I need Joy Baby therapy. If you could bottle that, honey, you'd be rich!