"I like to hold him. I like to see his eyes. I like him open his eyes up. I like to like his little toes."
"I thought he was cute and his hair was fluffy. His eyes were blue. And I liked his bear clothes. I like his little handies. They are so cute."
"I thought he was so cute. I liked it when he looked at me. I like his little feet"
"I thought he was really cute. I like him a lot. He's really little. I tried not to bite through my lip, I was so excited. And I decided I'm going to kiss him on top of his head every time I see him because that's what my Papa would do when he would visit us and Blaze is named after my Papa."
"Should have....sent a ...poet. Can't...find...words."
I've seen him since and he's even cuter. I don't think my lip is going last. I'm pretty sure his cuteness is going to make me bite right through it!