Bonding
I was up with Little Bip at 2 AM last night. The house was quiet. After he downed his bottle and let forth a mighty burp, we stared at each other for a long time. He considered me. I looked back into his searching eyes. I started to tear up. There was no doubt now that this is my little boy.
And now ya’ll know my deepest secret. I’m a big ol’ sentimental softie.
DD, I’m not sure that your secret was ever all that secret.
And congratulations once again.
This is one lucky little guy. And a lucky big guy, too.
Aw man. I remember that feeling. You big mushy.