Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira
From the first moment I had Danilo wrapped protectively in my arms, it felt like I could breathe. His little hands fisted my t-shirt tightly whilst he happily laughed as I tickled his sides. Even though whilst we were in Jamaica we video called as often as possible, it did not reveal the changes in our beautiful baby. He had dimples. My dimples which had me crying for what felt like hours. His little chin had a small indent which proved with time he would have my dimpled chin as well.
He was finally starting to look just as much as my son as he was Benedito's and I could not have been happier. After the shit storm our honeymoon had ended in, he was my little light. Who currently had farted but still, he was my light.
