Oh my God. Just look at him. Feast your eyes on him. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the image of perfection. Why is it, when I look at him, I feel these emotions I've never felt for anyone before? Why is it different?
He's so beautiful that the sight of him makes me want to cry. I've never laid eyes on anything or anyone more breathtakingly beautiful.
Try not to squeal. The boy cooks! He's making chicken parmigiana.
The luckiest woman alive. I hope little Ezra has his father's eyes.
Currently listening to: Sarah McLachlan - Do What You Have To Do
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