My brother woke me up saturday morning asking if I wanted to go with the rest of the family and take the kids to the Santa Cruze Beach Boardwalk.

I seldom went there when I lived in Santa Cruz and still as ghetto as I remember, but I'll jump for a chance to spend more time with my niece and nephew. Their legs aren't very long, but it takes a lot of work to chase after them all the time.

Towards the end of the afternoon, my nephew was getting tired and it was my turn to carry him. My sister-in-law said he'll probably just fall asleep in my arms and I had him for less than two minutes when I felt his little body go limp.

I don't know quite why, but that meant a lot to me to just be holding him, just being his loving "uncle Jamie" as he slept.