I still can't believe that this creature came from my womb.
He is utterly perfect and he is irresistible to me and many others as well.
He is so beautiful that it hurts to look at him. My insides melt and turn to mush every time I see his face.
His skin is translucent. The veins in his temples and even his cheeks are visible through the skin. The skin is pale, but a healthy color, and softer than any material that comes to mind. His cheeks are forever pink giving his face a permanent cheery look.
His hair is softer than silk and the color of dark gold. It lays flat across the top of his perfectly round head to gather in curls at the nape of his neck. I run my fingers through it just for the delight of the feel.
The features of his face and body are perfectly proportioned. Nothing seems out of place. His nose could be described as a button nose and his mouth is a dark pink rose and oftimes is full of his thumb.
His eyes are startlingly blue. They are like gems lit from within. When he looks at me with those eyes, they radiate happiness. They are outlined with impossibly long lashes that brush his rosy cheeks when he blinks.
He is a little guy. He is not as solid as his brothers Happy and Grumpy. His size is more like his brother, Sleepy, and maybe a little like Bashful. It doesn't seem like he is almost a year old because he is so little.
He is strong, though, and ready to follow his brothers in every way. His sweet little voice has its own language and I love to watch him as he talks. I live for it and crave more of that sweet language of his. His voice often bubbles into a laugh when he is delighted with something or someone. My heart twists within me at the sound.
I often wonder what he is thinking, but he has no trouble telling me what he wants. Most of the time, he wants me to hold him so that he can lay his head on my chest. I am more than willing to comply with this.
His thumb automatically goes in his mouth as he lays contentedly. I run my fingers through his hair, I study his features, and I realize how irresistible he is.
He is utterly perfect and he is irresistible to me and many others as well.
He is so beautiful that it hurts to look at him. My insides melt and turn to mush every time I see his face.
His skin is translucent. The veins in his temples and even his cheeks are visible through the skin. The skin is pale, but a healthy color, and softer than any material that comes to mind. His cheeks are forever pink giving his face a permanent cheery look.
His hair is softer than silk and the color of dark gold. It lays flat across the top of his perfectly round head to gather in curls at the nape of his neck. I run my fingers through it just for the delight of the feel.
The features of his face and body are perfectly proportioned. Nothing seems out of place. His nose could be described as a button nose and his mouth is a dark pink rose and oftimes is full of his thumb.
His eyes are startlingly blue. They are like gems lit from within. When he looks at me with those eyes, they radiate happiness. They are outlined with impossibly long lashes that brush his rosy cheeks when he blinks.
He is a little guy. He is not as solid as his brothers Happy and Grumpy. His size is more like his brother, Sleepy, and maybe a little like Bashful. It doesn't seem like he is almost a year old because he is so little.
He is strong, though, and ready to follow his brothers in every way. His sweet little voice has its own language and I love to watch him as he talks. I live for it and crave more of that sweet language of his. His voice often bubbles into a laugh when he is delighted with something or someone. My heart twists within me at the sound.
I often wonder what he is thinking, but he has no trouble telling me what he wants. Most of the time, he wants me to hold him so that he can lay his head on my chest. I am more than willing to comply with this.
His thumb automatically goes in his mouth as he lays contentedly. I run my fingers through his hair, I study his features, and I realize how irresistible he is.
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