babylove

Once upon a time, I was an aunt. I was Tia Jenniepooh. I loved LOVED being a Tia. When Victor was about 3 or 4, he was fascinated with my painted toenails we would play with his babydoll and practice saying "shoes" and "zapatos". When Tomas was 2, Michael and I went to Hawaii for the first time to visit. I spent many hours with that little one curled up in my lap in the backyard peeling tangerines we picked together from their trees and feeding that baby slice after slice. We were two monkeys with shirts turned into pouches for tangerines..."make me pouch" said the little monkey voice. and we filled ourselves silly with fruit. Years passed and I got to see those boys once a year on an annual trek to Kauai'i. I haven't seen the boys in 2 years. I think Victor is 12 and Tomas is 10 now.

Tonight I got to see my long time friends and their baby. I'm Aunt Jennie. I love being Aunt Jennie. I love this baby. I've been spit up on, had babyfood and formula and drool and snot dribbled on me. Tonight I got peed on as I was helping out with bathtime. None of this I mind. I get to be a part of this beautiful child's life. What a gift. What a gift for me.

And this weekend my Dougiepie called and asked if I'd be the Godmother to his baby daughter. I'll be traveling in a month or so to go to the baptism. I'm so excited to meet her and so excited to be a part of her life. Even if I don't get to be a part of it daily, there is a connection and I'll get to be there.

love, love, love.