I am in love. Besotted. Head o’er heels. The object of my affection doesn’t deign to spare me a glance. And I am cool with it. Later I intend to stake my claim. For now, it is how it should be.

I can’t stay away, and my being near doesn’t help. I long to hear her voice, and she doesn’t oblige. I want to see her awake and all she does is sleep.

Which is all ok considering I am talking about my week old niece. To all the folks I ever scoffed at for going nuts over their nieces/nephews; I am nuts, and chocolate too. Peace. Out.

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