As I take a smoke outside my porch, I look through the baby pictures of when you were a newborn on my phone.

My little angel…

And then I heard your cute little footsteps.

You looked up at me with adorable big baby doll eyes.

Aww, speak of the devil, there is my little angel…

I kneel down and pick you up into my muscular arms.

You are 4 years old.