Sweet as honey.

I can’t tell you how much I love a newborn. They take away the ills of all mankind and make me believe that life is nothing but the pursuit of love and joy in miniature form. They smell of warm milk and sweet clover honey, fresh from the bee’s comb.

I think I am in love. If you need to find me, I will staring glassy eyed at these photos for a while. Dreaming of days when my pre-adolescent boy was this tiny.


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