Watching my little brother become a father is one of the strangest yet most extraordinary things to be a witness to.
On this lazy Sunday morning, as paralleled by every other Sunday morning, he changed and dressed Selly, into a new little outfit. Being ever so careful with making sure that her clothes fit nicely on her and ensuring she was comfortable in what she was wearing.
Although it's imponderable when she'll be able to dress herself, I know he dresses her every Sunday morning with not just grace and love, but with the knowledge that those are the moments that count and that he'll forever hold close to his heart.
I'll continue to keep a watchful eye out for the Sunday mornings to come and the change that they'll bring to my brother and his family.