I know I talk a lot about Deuce--the new-baby-ness hasn't worn off in 18 months, apparently.
But his older brother, the kid whom I co-parented for a while, the kid who knows me like the back of his hand, is also incredibly close to my heart.
He does things like call me from Louisiana when shows he knows I like are on TV.
One day, in a buffet-style restaurant, he presented me with a caramel sundae he'd made, just because he's seen me order them before. It was the best one ever.
He calls me every Saturday that my alma mater plays to tell me game time. He just called to tell me, "We're winning now!"
I don't know many kids who are as detail-oriented and observant as he. It's like his mind is a catalogue, and he's carefully tucking away things he notices about what people like, what makes them happy.
And I know some of you think you have pretty cool little relatives...
But, I swear I have the best one.