genetic bias, or, the auntie in me

I didn't expect to love him this much. I didn't expect to so contentedly cradle him for hours, whether peacefully sleeping or crankily crying or snorteling (as we have dubbed it) his way through the saliva he is still unable to swallow or gazing up at me quietly with those gorgeous blue eyes.


I think he may just be the most beautiful, the most adorable, the sweetest thing I have ever seen.