I was exhausted in the morning as I woke up, and drove the 2 hours back to my hometown, where my sister was visiting. Struggling to keep the car on the road, I wiped sleep from my eyes and shoved energy drinks down my throat in my attempt to stay awake.
I arrive in my tiny, hideaway hometown of 200 people, pull into my parents driveway, enter the house, and give my sister a hug. Then I was introduced to little Isaac...
And I fell in love.
Something about a baby makes a person look inside themselves. Within seconds life is re-evaluated and what's really important in life becomes apparent.
Plus, he is just so fucking CUTE.
Apparently, he just started smiling a few days ago, and he sure isn't shy about sharing them. He also gained enough motor skills to shove his entire fist into his mouth and nom nom nom to his heart's delight. Adorable!
After playing with him for hours and hours, only disturbed for short, uncomfortable periods of my sister breast-feeding, I realized I felt a closeness to him... a certain kinship beyond the sharing of DNA.
It's almost as if we shared something incredibly close... a bond... a sense of exclusivity... It's impossible to explain.
Maybe you can figure it out:
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