The first smile

Or at least, this is the first smile from Riv­er which I was able to get a snap of. Sleep­ing smiles count, don’t they? He’s set­tled down into some sem­blance of an evening sched­ule, but it’s not one I par­tic­u­lar­ly am crazy about: River’s usu­al­ly sleep­ing from right before I get home around 5:30 to about… Con­tin­ue read­ing The first smile