From his blond curls that slip around my fingers when I cup my hand around the back of his head to the mischievous grin he throws your way when he is doing something he knows he shouldn’t, Archer is my brother’s little boy.
He is the last baby in our family. At least he is until our babies start having babies. At almost two he is more toddler than baby, but with his chubby fists and thick eyelashes that rests against his cheeks while he takes a nap, he is still a baby to me. If I’m being honest… he probably always will be.