My sister and I used to spend good portions of whole afternoons talking about how it was almost bizarre how cute my nephew was and when my niece was born we would stare at her while she watched Barney and furrow our brows because we simply could not process her cuteness.
It is almost as if they are too cute to comprehend. This is how we explained it to ourselves.
Looking back, I know now that they were indeed incredibly cute but as they grow into young people who will become adults I see that their faces remind me how far my heart can stretch and how important it is to be kind and that they gracefully carry a certain open awareness that shines such a bright light of hope and strength that it is hard to ever look away.
You Can Call Me Auntie,
Deputy of Doting
Heart Bursting Precinct
Continually Astonished Division
8 comments:
Beautifully said. You touched my heart. I get it.
Such a nice post. It made me smile!
Yes.
You took the Aunt words right out of my mouth. Except that I could never have phrased it so beautifully.
Yep, Cupcake. I know what you mean.
That made me get all chilly and a little bit weepy, too.
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Look out! Triangle!
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