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Mush and Eye Rolls

4 Feb

Today is my oldest nephew’s 8th birthday. And as there are very few things I can do from 12 hours away to aid their family during this difficult time, of blogging I am able. So, Simeon, I hope you don’t mind, but this goofy (his words, not mine) aunt is butting in today.

You know those few really poignant moments that you have in life during which a feeling erupts that you didn’t even know was possible? 8-ish years ago, after a harrowing, snow-blind, 14-hour drive in a compact car with 3 other adults, I lugged my 32 week pregnant self across drifts, through a questionable emergency room, up a sterile elevator into a shocking vision of love and completeness. There, at a little after midnight on February 5th, I witnessed a sleeping family.

A family.

The picture, thankfully, is tattooed into my memory. There were three people in that room. THREE! I can still see that shockingly beautiful bald head silhouetted against his labor-exhausted mother. It was as if he had been dropped magically into existence. And (I’m sorry, Simeon, I’m going to get mushy), I loved him painfully and immediately. That little boy, although my nephew, created the mother in me.

Thank you, my sweet first nephew. And Happy Happy 8th Birthday. I love you. (Okay, buddy, you may proceed to give me that famous eye-roll.)

An Aunt and Her Nephew

The Aunt Farm

6 Aug

She wasn’t kidding.  This farm really is popular.  In the last 48 hours my boys have

  • read the post no less than 14 times
  • attempted to start their own MPFITW franchise
  • collected all the baby tigers we own
  • begun quoting lines from a movie they’ve never seen
  • learned the words “architect,” “misnomer,” and “destroyment”
  • discussed the similarities of Super Gigantic Bats and Night Fury dragons
  • fallen on the floor laughing at their cousins
  • asked at least 82 times when we get to go to Nebraska again

But most importantly for me, they

  • had my sister’s voice come out of their mouths.