I love you and I haven't even met you yet. You're making one of my dreams come true, one that, at times, I never thought would happen. Why? Because, dear, I knew your mother when she was in high school. She was the most frightening teenager you or I could ever imagine, and I could never imagine her having kids. And then there was the time when she swore that she would never have kids, and Grandma Rose said that she would change her mind. That's the kind of aunt you have, one that remembers really obscure things.
I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to meeting you, and holding you, and smelling your baby smell. There's definitely something to say about the relationship between an aunt and her nieces and nephews. I've experienced it, and I know it's something intricately unique, but I've never seen it from the other side. This is going to be new and exciting for the both of us!
I can't promise that your parents or your family are 100% normal. We're all a pretty crazy bunch, but I have a feeling you'll fit right in. I mean how could the child of a man in a beard club not fit in? Anywhere? And don't get me started on your mother, or your grandparents, or well, anyone you're related to. I have some interesting stories about almost all of them...but I'll save those for when you're older.
Don't despair about life in this world, baby. It's a lot better than some people make it out to be. You get to hug people and laugh with people and run around without shoes on (sometimes in the rain!). I know you're going to enjoy it, baby, because I'm your aunt, and I said so.
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