Some things are beautiful.
Things you cannot see, but can see.
Some things are amazing.
Like family. Like love.
Like a brother having a child, and getting to hold that child.
And love that child.
And that child snuggling in and nuzzling and not knowing you, but knowing you.
And knowing safety.
And knowing love.
And knowing trust.
There it is. There is no placard that says, "This is my nephew and I have love for him."
Placards are not necessary where it is there.
And there it is: