First Smiles

Emma's first smile was delightful.  Her whole face lit up like a Christmas tree.  

Or so I was told.

I wasn't the first to see her smile.  Or the second.  

Sure, I carried her for 38 weeks, nursed her faithfully since the day she was born, woke up throughout the night to provide comfort.  Apparently, this all means nothing to an infant because Emma's first smile was for good friend Erin.  And her second smile was at good friend Mary.  I think I was number three.

Now she smiles at anybody, the little flirt.