I can tell the difference....

I'm going to post two pictures of our eldest.
I can tell a difference between the two. It was always a chore to get my little man to smile for the camera. I can see the tension in his forehead. I can remember noticing how tightly wound he was and trying desperately to figure out how to alleviate his concern.

This week, he and his dad went on a three day bike ride down the coast with the scouts. Fortunately Guy took the camera and they got this picture.

This is the smile I always wanted to coax out of him: relaxed, natural and true. This is my happy boy again.