Little man

He was wearing sweats and a wife beater.
He looked good for his age.

A little pudgy around the middle,
but that is to be expected.

He had some baby fat around his cheeks.
And he was kind of bald.

He smiled at me.
I smiled at him.

Then I sat down with him in my lap.
He leaned back against me.

I nestled my chin against his head,
and breathed in the smell of his shampoo.

I wrapped a blanket around his bare shoulders.
He lay there contentedly.

I watched him fall asleep.
And placed him gently in his crib.

He is so cute,
my little man.