ERM

I am so in love with my nephew. 
Infatuated is more like it!
The way he smells. 
His innocent eyes.
The way he holds my finger when I'm holding him.
I just sit there and stare at him. 
And sit there some more.
I find excuses not to leave.
He's heaven sent, he really is.
Okay, I'll stop being this creepy Aunt.
Not.
I love my baby boy.
Peace.