Today is our grandson Brigham's 10th birthday. Brigham is filled with mischief and curiosity, energy and love. When he smiles, his whole face lights up into one big dimple.
I sometimes tease him, telling him that he can't show those dimples (for which he is justifiably famous) for one hour. He lasts, at the most, one minute before the dimples break out again.
Can you tell that I love those dimples?
Joy for today: loving Brigham. And his dimples.