Isaiah

i watched his wide eyed love for me-
so open and full and warm.

he looks just like his mom,
big, beautiful brown eyes.

his little coos of happiness or disdain
rate the world around him as he bulldozes through it.

the best part is when he knows he's about to do something
that would categorize under the word "no."
he looks straight at me as he goes for it-
daring me (with shockingly false innocence) to comment.

I once had a friend whose whole theory behind
the cuteness of babies boiled down to one thing:
"it helps you fight the urge to kill em."

yikes.

... but kinda true.