The cosmic part is, however yucky, smelly, or irritating my nephew gets, I still adore him. I guess that’s how our parents look at us. And how God looks at all of us. Like innocent lil kids, however shitty we could often be.

babysitting in, where else, Europe!
**This is part of a 68-Day Travel Diary called Reflections of a Nearly Thirty. Read the full Reflections Series here.
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