Sleepy Head

The other day we got home from work and Brigham had fallen asleep in the car. I got him out of his seat, stood him up and when I thought he was awake I told him to go into the house. I grabbed Darla and headed in behind him. I got to the porch just in time to see him fall from the top steps, on his face the whole way. He had fallen back asleep as he reached the top and rode the cement stairs down.

I'll be honest, I might have laughed a little. It was just so funny that he could fall asleep like that. He had a great battle-scar from it, with a couple massive goose-eggs and bruises and some good road rash. He's such a happy guy though, he screamed for a second and then he was his smiling happy self again. Seriously, this boy has a gift for happiness. He's always smiling and cheering the world up. And those dimples, they still melt me into a puddle.