I met my little nephew Avery tonight!
He’s an adorably chunky sweetheart, 3 weeks old and smells of baby powder and perfection. His sister Cori is so proud of her baby brother. She had a blast running around with my girls, hiding under the dining room table and racing through the kitchen, alternately chasing and being chased. The girls think she is the coolest kid ever, and despite the 6 and 8 year age differences, they never get tired of playing with her.
I was content just to hold the little one, snuggle against his warm pink skin, kiss his dark hair and tickle his tiny little toes. Every now and then he would fuss a little, and I’d jiggle and whisper calming shushes. I discovered that it’s like riding a bicycle, and even though it’s been 8 years since I calmed a fussy newborn baby, I still know how to do it.
When he got hungry, I relinquished him to my baby sister, who expertly nursed him, burped him, changed him and generously handed him back to my waiting hands. I could have held and snuggled him all night long, but eventually I had to share him with the rest of the family. David held him for a few minutes, and I could feel my heart bubbling over with love, and my ovaries aching with our desire to have our own little one to cuddle.
I don’t know if David and I will ever be able to have our own child together, but I am grateful that in absence of that, we have Cori, Abby, Jasper & Avery to shower our affections on… along with our own two girls.
Plus, that’s one more thing to cross off my “101 Things to Do” list.