I don't often write in this blog about Beatrix; there are plenty of other places to do that.
But this weekend she has learned how to smile. She knew how to laugh before, and to giggle, and to express delight in a hundred different ways. But yesterday, sitting at her play table with her Dora doll and doll high chair, with her hair up in two pigtails, she smiled. And kept on smiling, and it was the most beautiful sight in the world.