The joy of being an Aunt

I look at your pretty little face .So small and innocent. A deep resemblance of your mother's but you have your father's cheeks and charisma . I watch you playfully trying to remove your hands out of the little blue gloves. You manage to free your hands and then your grasp my finger.
''Hello handsome'' I say . You smile and break out a laugh of shyness.
I carefully pick you up and hold you close. The way your father did when I was at your age.
You smell like baby talc and of sweet roses. You place your arms around my neck and you make me giggle. I won't let you fall . I will take care of you dear nephew.
' I love this little boy' I think to myself. All the love I have for his father doubles when it comes to him.
May god bless you and save from every harm.
You are the apple of my eyes little prince.

Amma loves you .