Holding My Baby In My Arms

He loves to be held. I hardly see him anymore, but when I do, I hold him. He is my boyfriend, and he is a cute Italian (50 percent) and Irish (25 percent) and English (25 percent) man who giggles a lot. He kisses me a lot, and he is so silly. I love him, and we wrestle when I come home from work. He does not like to be photographed. S.O.B.

I am rubbing his shoulder as he watches me type. He is my love, my bear, and the most wonderful thing this world has ever seen.

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