I know a mother's love is not conditional on how cute her child is. However, I have found that it does not matter if Owen is crying, screaming, gazing, throwing his wobbly head around, sleeping, coohing or cahing, he truly is beautiful to me. It sure makes those late night/ early morning awake hours seem oh-not-so-bad. His many expressions don't give me a hint as to what might be going through his little head, and I don't know if he really knows what a smile is...even though he does do that quite a bit. But, my love looks forward to growing with him as he becomes what God has planned in the days, months, and years ahead.