*Chapter: The World in His Eyes*
He wears a cap backwards, like he’s already too cool for rules.
Big eyes full of questions he hasn’t learned words for yet.
Mountains behind him, clouds above him… but he’s the whole view.
There’s a kind of magic only babies have.
They don’t know about bills, deadlines, or bad news.
They just exist. Pure. Present. Wondering at everything.
This little face reminds you:
Happiness doesn’t need a reason.
Sometimes it’s just sunlight, a soft jacket, and someone holding you safe.
He’s not just a baby.
He’s hope with tiny hands.
The future looking back at us, curious and unafraid.
May his days stay this bright, and his world stay this kind.
















