Thursday, August 4, 2011
I Only Have Eyes For...Me
Each day at some point, my nephew jumps off of the top step, flings his arms around my neck, and wants me to take him to the deep end. When that happens, he puts his face close to mine and he gazes adoringly into my eyes with such love that I melt each and every time. The look he gives me says it all. It says...
I love you so much.
Coming to the pool with you every day is so fun.
I feel awesome in this pool, and it's all thanks to you!
I'm going to give my first Olympic gold medal to you, Aunt Non-Mommy, for all that you've done for me.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Seriously. The look makes me fall more in love with him every day. Until, I realized something critical.
He isn't gazing at me adoringly. He is gazing at his own reflection in my sunglasses!! He loves seeing what he calls Two Nephews (only he uses his real name) in the lenses. He's telling himself how much he loves him, and how awesome he is, and that he'll give his Olympic gold medal to himself because he loves himself oh so very much.