It's you...

Dear Nicky,

I have you in my arms right this very moment. I just fed you, and I'm holding you upright to make sure you keep it all down. You're asleep right now, snoozing away, and occasionally sighing in your sleep. Sometimes when I look at you, you must sense it, because one little eye will crack open briefly to check things out before settling back to dreamland. You are just the sweetest little kid I've ever known, and you're strong, too; sometimes you squirm and stretch so powerfully when I'm holding you it's like trying to handle a big fish or something. Other times, when you're passed out from milk, you're like a boned fish, all rubbery and slippery as an eel. But you're just the best, regardless.

Love,
Dad