Yesterday, I spent a good bit of the day celebrating my nephew's birthday.
It's a special day for me, I was at my sister's house the day he was born.
I was in charge of taking care of my niece while my sister and her husband went to the hospital for labor and delivery.
I remember the first day he came home, all tiny and new.
I remember when his sister first laid loving eyes on her baby brother.
I remember seeing a new baby boy, about fifteen months before I was to have my first, new baby boy.
It's very hard to put into words the big love I have for my nephew.
He is unique, and special and wonderful.
His sense of humor is top shelf, as is the sense of humor of most of my family members.
He has grown from a wonderful little boy into a wonderful man.
My love for him has never changed, just aged, like a fine emotional wine.
Last April, I had the honor of meeting the woman he has chosen to share his life with.
This November, I get to go and participate in the celebration of their union.
So here's to you, my fine Irish nephew.
Your light in my life has always been bright and shiny.
My gratitude for all the smiles in my heart that wear your name knows no bounds.
Slainte,
to the sweet boy who became an even sweeter man.
Stumble It!
08-14-2008 05:37 PM