I’m in looo-ove. With, like, the world. My sister had a beautiful baby boy last week, and I got to hold him for the first time today at his bris.
I also fell in love (again) with my adorable relatives, who came out in full force to celebrate with us. And also my adorable boyfriend who actually called the event “fun.” I love that he loves my family. And I love that he loves babies. Seeing his girlfriend holding a newborn didn’t faze him at all – he came over and let the little guy grab onto his finger. Of course, I think he nearly tripped over a chair when my aunt said, “You two look pretty good with a baby.” (He was trying to back away from her as quickly as possible, of course.) But other than that, he was great.
So, OK, I’m not made of stone here. I can say at one moment that I never want to have kids, and then one week later get all mushy when my boyfriend tells me he loves me, proceeds to fit seamlessly into my family, and then takes to my infant nephew like a pro. (And poses for pictures with the kid nonetheless.) And my dad’s cousin told my mom I have a cute boyfriend. C’mon, anyone would be a pile of awww on the floor after several days of that.
Seriously, anyone.
