Its the summer , and I've gone to see some family a while away from home. Its amazing to be a part of a group of people who have an underlying connection that can never be taken away from them.
I'm am so blessed to have a family who are so loving. One of my cousins is a toddler and I've been having such an interesting time watching him grow so fast. Having him around gives me such happiness. I love him so much it hurts . 
I found a few thoughts I had written months ago based around these  very emotions.

The Baby Boy

No child is perfect, though perfect they may seem,

When their early morning wide eyes blink innocently; rising from a long nights dream.

But every child is perfect, just ask their mother's so. 

For sure one would be cautious and sceptic if their answer - say, was 'no'.

You see in the eyes of a mother, perfection is defined

By the dimples in cheeks, calls in the night and toys left behind.

The softness of the patch if skin right between the chin and the chest.

For a kiss in that very spot leaves her with a wistful bliss. 

She knows her baby's the best .

And looking down at God's greatest gift leaves an immeasurable joy.

There is nothing more endearing than the eyes of a baby boy.

- Lakechia Jeanne ©