He seemed as light as a feather. I heard his shallow breaths barely coming out of his little bitty nose. I looked at him, filled with an eager excitement to see my baby brother.
Eli moved his tiny hand and then he clutched my pinkie. A wave of eagerness had washed over me.
“He’s so, so cute!” I said to my dad. Eli yawned quietly. “Aww! Sooooooo cute!!!” I whispered again.
“I know. He’s amazing, isn’t he?” dad replies. As if on cue, Eli opens his eyes for the first time and blinks at me. I gasp quietly and then I smile.
“Yes. Yes, yes and yes!” I answered. “Why is he… red?” I then asked, because despite his light blue eyes, his skin was a bright cherry red. And very sweaty. Dad laughed and I blushed, almost as red as Eli. “Well, he is!” I protested. It made dad laugh harder. …show more content…
Once their laughing fit was over, I started to study Eli. He was wrapped in a white, blue, and green blankie with a matching hat. His bright blue eyes had little flecks of gold in them, just like little stars. He had light brown hair and a teeny, tiny, toothless smile. And his laugh. His laugh was like a chorus of bells swinging back and forth, back and forth. No wonder it was so urgent to come to the hospital to see Eli! He smiled and laughed again when I