I seldom turn you down, when you ask, "Carry you, Papa..." Usually, I reply, "I will always carry you, for as long as I am able." I realize this time is brief, so I cherish any moment for us to be close. Moments like these, along with times I can help you with a straw, or I am impressed with your existence is beyond measure.
Moments as simple as helping you with a straw engulf me at times, as I stare into your little eyes, as you innocently guide the straw to its use, which gives you so much relief from thrust, or pleasure, when we share a "Jamba Juice" together.
One night, I mentioned, a comet could not impress me as does your life.
Thank you, Father in heaven, for B...