This is a picture I took of my nephew... in a tractor wheel.
He just looks like he belongs there.
Except when he is in my arms... then he looks like he belongs there.
Except when he is in his own parents arms because, well, they're his parents.
Not me.
I've got to remember that.
Sometimes I forget because I love him so much and its so nice to sniff his little toddler head.
This kid makes me baby crazy like I've never been.
Did I just type that?
It's not time for a baby.
It's time to wait, time to get back to college, then time to graduate, then time to get a job, then MAYBE, just maybe, I can think about things like babies.
Maybe.
Until then, I'll just stare at this picture... and melt.
Need a mop ASAP.
