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As I drove to Pennsylvania on Nov. 12, my yellow Cavalier simply couldn’t get me to Scranton fast enough to meet my nephew. Keeping the car at a consistent 75 mph, my typically-nine hour drive turned into almost 11 due to two car crashes I encountered. It was almost 11 p.m. when I finally arrived at my childhood home and, for the very first time, saw my brother’s son.
He was in his bouncer, happily asleep, with my brother and his girlfriend’s dog, Abby, standing guard in front. Without even attempting to unload my car of suitcases, I plopped down next to Jaidyn and watched as he soundly slept. Sophie was curious and sniffed around the baby. I feared she’d think him a toy and attempt to play, but my assumptions were wrong and she went about her business of rough-housing with Abby.
It wasn’t until an hour later that I pushed my slight nervousness aside and held my nephew*. I don’t think I went more than a couple hours at a time without holding him ’til I departed early Sunday afternoon. Having him nestled in my arms was a feeling like no other. Complete comfort, yet protection. A warmth (and not just because of a smelly diaper) and love entirely unique. Seeing his tiny hand curl around my finger or watching a slight smile come across his face brought me a joy like nothing I’ve ever felt.
And though it’ll be January (I assume) before I see that little guy again – with a face that will no doubt change a million times over the next couple months – I’m already ready to pack up my car and drive north.
Here are a few pictures from the weekend** that I just had to share with everyone. Clearly I’m a very proud Aunt Mindy.
* I dropped a baby once, so I tend to hesitate.
** I seriously snapped about 200 of the kids, so I just chose a handful of my favorites.
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