This is such a loaded question. I mean,
really, really loaded. Since I am beyond exhausted, have a new family
photo shoot to edit and put together, AND this blog to write, I am
going to try to make this a brief one. (It also doesn't hurt one bit that my dream job ties in with a little gloating today.)
When I was 4, someone asked me what I
wanted to be when I grew up. Well, my answer was simply this: “A
nurse. A nurse that helps babies be born.”
That has been my dream ever since. To
work with laboring moms, coach them through, and witness the miracle
of new life every day. To steal away moments in the nursery and
snuggle all the sweet, soft, oh so amazing smelling babies. Well,
life takes funny turns and twists along the way, and, well, my dream
never became a reality. Oh well. Maybe in my next life?
Even though my dream never came true,
it's ok. I have 3 babies of my own, 5 nephews, 4 nieces and 1 brand
new great niece. I am so in love with every single one of them.
Especially our brand new edition. Sweet baby Lydia. Born yesterday.
She is beautiful, and perfect, and tiny, and squeaky, and just plain
amazing. I snuggled her today. I kissed on her sweet, fat cheeks. She
loves her Auntie MeMe. I know she does. She was so content in my
arms. (I'm claiming this, and the first one of you jackasses that
tries to say she DOESN'T love her Auntie MeMe, well, your ass is
going down. [I can talk like this, I'm not around her tiny little
perfect, innocent ears.])
Here is OUR debut in the blogosphere. A
perfectly content Lydia, and a super proud, happy, gloating Auntie
MeMe.
Look at it. Be amazed at our beauty.
Now, carry on and be sad and sorry that you aren't as amazing as we
are.
Hugs and Love!
~Lou~
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