He's a deep little guy. I worry so much. But I do what I can as an auntie and try to support him however I can.
When I took the baby to bed, we had a moment when she and I just stared into each other's eyes for a long time. It was a beautful quiet connection. I was full of wonder about what's going on in there. She seemed to be searching me the same way. Old, mercurial little soul in those blue depths. I wonder who she'll be at ten. What will our bond be then, in the time of skateboarding and kick-ass doodles and defining the becoming-teen-self?