Meet my great-nephew (son of my nephew = great-nephew, right?). Three months old and unbearably sweet.
Saw my 21 year-old nephew and his girlfriend (mother of his child) for a few hours on Saturday and again on Sunday. So young and so in love. I loved being able to hold their child, the first of the next generation, and watch them interact. The two of them, clearly in love but not desperate to prove it to everyone in attendance, were sweet to watch. They’re adorable; you’ll have to take my word for it.
I took ten thousand pictures of that baby, you know I did. Camera nearly cracked from the overload of cute.
(Yes, I adore wee babies and holding and kissing them. Does it make me want one of my own? Not for a single moment.)