My angel baby...

Although I believe that Heaven exists where ever we make it, and I believe that there is Heaven here on Earth, this child was sent directly from the purest, most divine place...somewhere not of this Earth~
My weekend in California was short and sweet--just like this child. Aunty Daisy was in the hotseat the whole 5 days. He is alert and beautiful. Good natured and happy. His daddy was just like that, too. I still can't believe that my little brother is a Daddy. We went to a movie Friday, and talked about seeing another one after. My mom sneaks into other theatres, but my brother said he just couldn't do that. When I asked him why, his response was " I'm somebody's Dad, now"...this coming from a guy who used to guzzle Jack Daniels daily, and has pictures of Varga girls tatooed all over his bod...I'm so proud of him. He has a nice little house in California...nice things in his house, a wife who adores him, a job that he loves, and the most perfect angel baby ever born (that's just plain truth, that part) and really a wonderful life. I told the baby all about when we were kids...thinking about it now, though, I left out a bunch of good stories...I wonder what babies hear. I wonder what they think. I sat there staring at him, drinking in the feeling of just being with that baby. He smells just like new babies do...that smell...not Johnson's baby lotion, or even poopie diapers...that baby smell. I sat there talking to him, singing sometimes; touching his face and kissing his toes. If you rub this baby's forehead, and run your finger down his nose, his eyes close. (actually that happens with virtually every baby, but, I like to think I have the magic touch with him)
He loves me, I just know it. I wonder if it would be too much to send him a picture of his Aunty Daisy, just so he doesn't forget what I look like. His Blessing is at the begining of February, so I'll get to see him again, then...until then, I'll talk to him on the phone--maybe that sounds dorky. I cried a little when I said good-bye Saturday. I really want him to know me.
Sometimes I wish I lived out there near them, but then when I hear my sister-in-law talking about how they can't take the baby into Costco because she doesn't want him to contract RSV, I know that it's better that I'm here, where I don't have to keep my mouth shut as much. I can't judge. I've never been a first time parent. I wonder if I ever will be.