T, I just love you – you big old baby.

It’s just a thing I call you.

See, at least once every day or so, I pick you up and recline you back in my hands facing me.

Your rear-end is on my stomach with your feet on my chest.

And we are face to face.

I bounce you gently as I sing to you in a chant.

Hey you big old baby.
Hey you big old baby.
Hey you big old – big old – big old – big old – big old baby.

You cackle and laugh and smile when I sing – and I love you more and more with each bounce.

I love you.

-Dad