Harry and I sit together. He on my knee, catching up with a friend. The more we chatted, the more animated Harry became, he smiled, laughed and joined in our conversation. His 4 month old noises, the squeals, the beginnings of sounds, the gurgles, the squeaks, the babbling, the start of a lifetime of words.
Our conversation was disjointed, too hard to find a flow with the cutest little boy joining in. We packed it in, and joined Harry in his joy. He smiles, and laughed and gurgled some more. He even managed to invite a stranger sitting next to us into his world, to join the conversation.
These sounds, I know, are the beginnings of our many conversations.