I long to be a huge part in my niece’s life. She is the first person in my life that I loved unconditionally. It happened the moment I held her in my arms that very first time last May. It happened again when I saw her months later, again when we spent a week together around Thanksgiving, at Christmas, and at Easter. She is growing up so quickly. Her first birthday was today. She had her first swim lesson. She can almost walk without the help of her favorite lion push toy and she is beginning to become more wise about getting her way. My niece is everything to me. If I could I would be with her and my sister everyday, playing. Her little giggle makes even the grumpiest of old men smile.
I want to be the Aunt who is like a sister. The Aunt who plays dress up with her on rainy days, talking about Barbie. I want to make a fort in the living room where we will watch old movies together. Arts and crafts can be our thing we do together, decorating her room and teaching her to be creative all at the same time. If no one else is there to push the creativity, I want to at least engage her with it. I long to be the one whom she calls when my older sister, her mother, is driving her crazy at the age of fourteen, I will simply recite the true words my sister used to, still, speak to me when I made those calls to her. Hopefully at this time in her life I can be there to inform her of all the things I didn’t listen to because it came from my mom.
I never want to watch her be in pain. I already tell her that she is “too pretty to cry.” She is too pretty to cry and she needs to always know this.
To Be Continued..
oh my gosh i love this!!
Ok ok for everyone who has been asking here are the monogrammed bandeau swim tops. I will not take credit for the idea, that goes to my lovely Meredith College girls!
Have you been able to find where those tops are from? I have spent a week looking?
This semester flew past me. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt time move so quickly. It is one of those blessings at times, to have time race ahead, but sometimes it is simply saddening. I do not want to have these past months end, they have been what I might consider the most simple, delicate, and joyful times in my life, yet.
"Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.”
And I really think I’m falling in love. Thomas Ward is beyond perfect, that is the best most simple way of putting it. He is that kind of perfect that isn’t obnoxious like so much perfect usually is. He is perfect in the drives me crazy because he stresses out about time and running late, takes me out on dates at least once a day, tells me I’m beautiful, introduces me to his Pike brothers immediately, wants to cook dinners together, laughs at my driving and apologizes shortly after, kind of perfect. I have never ever seen or felt this from anyone in my life and it is so incredibly magical. I feel so lame for saying it all but it’s true. I love his mom and his sister is probably the sweetest human being I have ever met. His dad is bound to be amazing as well. I get along with all his friends and they are quickly becoming my good friends too. My friends adore him and he’s always done to pick up whichever one of them is drunk and needs a ride. I’m crazy for him.
I love F. Scott Fitzgerald. I could read him forever.
Last nights run in with Nutella and peanut butter with Mary Morgan was insane.