Crazy About Hendrich

From the moment I laid eyes on my nephew on February 20, 1999, I was instantly crazy about him.  One look at that wrinkly newborn, one whiff of that infant scent, I was hooked. 

Hendrich is my twin sister's son.  And modesty aside, I honestly think he takes a lot from me. We have the same chin, that's adorably pronounced even with our chubby cheeks.  We both have engaging smiles and gorgeous eyes that could tame anyone.  Plus, the child has a penchant for the arts, sketching and painting, which he got from me for sure since the artisitic talents his parents have are limited to stick figures. 

Yes, I admit. I spoil the child. Hey, I'm the cool aunt not his mom! All he has to do is smile, give me a kiss and I do his bidding.  The brat does not realize the power he has over me.  Perhaps, he does, because everytime I go home he expects 'a surprise'.  He opens the gate, gives me a kiss and a dreamy enthusiastic smile and says "Surprise?". And no, he does not stomp and whine if I fail to bring home something.  He just sighs this little sigh of disappointment and smile, saying 'It's okay?" Which just breaks my heart a little and I wish, just for a moment, that I should have passed by Mister Donut and buy those little bite sized chocolate donuts he loves.

I often find myself watching him sleep.  The child in slumber is like an angel.  He looks so peaceful.  Oftentimes, I lean my head and take a sniff at the corner of his neck which is heavenly.  He still smells like a baby even if he's seven.

As I write this, he sits on the bed beside me, watching Disney Channel.  He looks up and gives me a smile and he winks.  And I find myself overwhelmed by his innate cuteness! 

I request for a kiss and a hug. He obliges  with one of those tight hugs around my neck and a smack on my lips.

Heaven. Absolute heaven.