At eight months, he was spherical, and not always as jolly as he appears here; fussy he was much of the time, thanks to his tiny Eustachian tubes. We eventually got those fixed.
Fussiness aside, there was a sweetness about that baby boy that I could not walk by. I just had to kiss him, every time.
All those kisses added up and soaked in, I think, and the older he got, the sweeter
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