Then, he wakes up next to me in the morning, and first smiles, then sticks his tiny little tongue out at me. I stick my tongue back at him, and we go back and forth like that until he lets loose a soft giggle and I kiss-eat his cheeks like a starving woman. They refuel my batteries, those first few minutes of the morning.
The Purple Crying will go away. This evening, he stuck his tongue out at me again, and we went back and forth until I got the giggle I was needing. I realized that I've forgotten what life was like without him, just two months ago. It feels like he's always been with us now.