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.
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.
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