Yesterday was a great day for Evan. The past couple of days he has been more "secretiony" than usualy, and for the past few nights he has been coughing in his sleep and just sounding really junky. He's even allowed us to put on his CPAP, so I know he's having a hard time breathing.
Last night, he was in rare form. Jeremy and I were playing with him at his block table, and I started shaking his maracas and being silly. His face lit up with a giant half-grin, and he just started giggling. He would sign "want, want, want" and then I would give him a maraca and he'd push it back to me (he really wanted me to shake it more for him). After a couple of rounds of this, he took one maraca and started shaking it himself. Another huge grin--I know he was thinking "Hey, I can work this myself!" Then I started tickeling him down his back with the other maraca and he would giggle some more.
Strong emotions do not let language (or lack thereof) get in the way of being expressed. Evan may not know the signs for "happy" or "funny," but he was radiating a joy that superceeded the need for words. I didn't take any pictures. Neither did Jeremy. We didn't want to break the magic of the moment by leaving to get the camera, not knowing how long it would last. Somehow I think the pictures would have been a little disappointing--the moment would have seemed flat, not as vibrantly real as it was last night.