The late hours of February 25th, while I was preparing to go to sleep on my mom's couch, my little brother met his son! Via C-section due to the fact that he is a big boy and his mommy is on the tiny side. It is both amazing and startling to realize my little brother is a daddy. Only 10 months ago I cried at his wedding upon the realization that our childhood is long past and our ornery adventures are now memories. Now I look at him with his mini-me. I see the protective pride on his face and know that his shoulders have grown to accept the responsibility of a family. I swallow the lump in my throat and take JJ in my arms. I study his tiny face and pray that he grows up to be a man that honors God. His tiny fingers wrap around one of mine and the realization that this tiny person has just a surely wrapped himself around my heart. You know that thing they say about falling in love at first sight, well its true, only not in the sense that they intended. When I change his diaper I know that one day this little guy will be taller than me. I pat his back to burp him and I wonder how much time I will get with him. I am preparing to embark on a journey to get a higher education, by the time I finish, he will be in kindergarten or first grade. It makes me want to hang on to every second and make it last forever. After all I wouldn't be Auntie if it wasn't for him.
