"My Miles"

"My Miles."  That what Gisèle calls him.  Or "My baby," "My buddy," "Buddy," "Baby," "Baby brudder;" the list goes on.  She adores him, and he is completely smitten with her.  When Gisèle walks into his view or he hears her voice, Miles completely lights up.  He watches her like she's the toy he's always wanted - the thing his heart most desires in this world.  When she talks to him or touches his arm, he lets out an excited gasp-croak-laugh sound that gets me giggling every time.  His dimples deepen by 2 inches when she's anywhere near.  Gisèle takes such good care of him.  She brings him toys and makes sure he get a play-by-play of everything going on.  She tells him "It's okay, buddy!" even when he's not crying, and she makes sure to tell us whenever he needs a bottle or a blanket.  She talks to him as if he understands every word she says, and makes sure to include him on any exciting news - "You hear dat, Miles?  I'm eatin' cheese!"

I wonder how long that love relationship will last?