He waits on the porch for me to drive up the street in "Mimi's car." He tells me to sit down on the swing beside him. He grabs my fingers to steady himself as he walks on gravel. He falls into my arms as he spirals down the park slide. He asks me to hold his head and give him kisses as he goes to bed in his crib.
I love him so much. Too much. My heart almost explodes when he pushes his button nose against my face. His neck smells like playground dirt and hope and sunny days and tired tears and a thousand prayers.
The aunt gig is one of my favorite roles in my life. Sounds like you agree too.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, and have fun!
ReplyDeletehe's two already? wasn't he just born like yesterday? c.r.a.z.y.
ReplyDeletethat last sentence took my breath away.
I feel exactly like that about my three nieces. It kills me to leave them and live overseas.
ReplyDeleteNo fair.
ReplyDeleteNY Aunt
You just perfectly described how I feel about Finn but better than I ever could.
ReplyDeleteThis is how I feel about my 2 nephews. I always worry that by the time my brothers have kids, I could never love them the way I love Matthew and Michael. It won't likely be the case, but it feels that way. Those two melt my heart with their every breath.
ReplyDeleteexactly. so incredibly exactly, exact.
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