Every time Emerson smiles, I tear up. Not necessarily a
full-on cry (though that’s been known to happen a few times).
More like a mist, a dew, a glaze of watery happiness.
He has a fantastic smile that bursts from his cheeks, carves
out his dimples and lights up his eyes. It’s sudden and
startling, like he’s seeing me for the first time. He doesn’t
even know what it is yet. But he understands the feeling. Pure,