After packing up everything I own and maneuvering boxes into my car, I relaxed under the setting sun with my four month old nephew, Paxton Lucas.
Lucas like Luke Skywalker. His older brother, Elijah (age 5) got to choose the middle name. We are lucky it isn't Yoda.
I am so in love with this baby.
He is 15 pounds of love, this chunk of a kid.
I played with him outside until I brought him inside. I patted his bottom and rocked for a few minutes before his eyes rolled back into his head (it's so cute) and he stopped sucking on his bee.
(Bee translates to passy. Every family calls them something different, I'm figuring out.)
I move back to school tomorrow, so playing with this baby was the best last-day-of-summer present.
So long sweet summer.