My nephew

My nephew is my favorite person in the world. It will take some kind of amazing man to top that kid and my love for him.

He is so spectacular. He is so pleasant and smiley. But he has attitude too. He likes to grab your fingers and tug you along behind him so you follow after. And when he has to where he needs you, he asks for you to get or do what he wants. "Up" if he wants over the baby gate. "Tar" if he wants you to play the guitar. "Go" to go home. "Open" to go into a closed room. And various other terms.

I adore this child. Brady. Our beloved little man. We call him little man sometimes because he is almost a tiny man, to scale. He has little swaggers, wears grown up clothing (but for toddlers!) and even flirts with his smile and eyebrows. I can't help but smile when I think of him.

He loves music so much and dances like a wild man when he hears it too. He tries to sing along and gets better all the time.

Ah. Dear bee-bee.

And now my sister is pregnant with nephew number 2. He will be equally amazing, I am sure. He will be his own self and I love him too. And I will wonder how I ever lived without him. And how I could ever love 2 little people so much as I will love them.