the littlest

While watching TV in the living room,
a little whine is heard from the baby monitor.
We gasp, look at each other, and smile with excitement.
"I want to get him."
"No, it's okay, I'll get him."
"Let's just all go together."
"Okay! Haha."
The three of us make our quick decision, then venture to our awaited destination.
"THE LITTLEST!"
"The tiniest!!"
"Little Guyee Guy!"
"Little Buddy!"
He greets us with the cutest, take-your-breath away smile.

It never occurred to me until today, that this reoccurring order of events that I described above is probably not normal.

We, the three of us (Jeff, Quincy, and me), get SO excited when our little man wakes up.
No matter how long, or how hard, it was to put him to sleep, we all know how wonderful he is once he wakes up after a good sleep.
I just want to bottle up this moment, along with others like this, and keep them with me
so that on bad days I can open that bottle up and remember how something so simple
can make you so happy.