Five years ago I was living in Illinois, working at a great job and learning what it was like to really be single, live on my own and find myself as a person. Then, I got a call and I dashed out from work and went to the airport. My sister and brother-in-law were flying me down to Georgia and I was going to help with my nephew, Cole (who was almost 2 at the time) while they were in the hospital.
I got here in time. And I remember holding this precious, precious little girl. Little did I know at five years old I’d be privileged enough to be a part of her daily life, to be able to hug her so many times I lose count during the day. To see her laugh and throw her diva fits, to watch her loving princesses and singing along to Queen songs. I love her so much it feels like my heart can’t hold it all in.
Happy Birthday, Gracie dear.
I know exactly how you feel. I remember enjoying living by my very first niece, who came and ate breakfast with me, ate mini-marshmallows (she had her own designated jar) and walked over without her parents knowledge before she was 2 years old.
Nieces are delightful when they are young. Some are even delights as grown ups.
Hugs and kisses and birthday wishes to Grace. (And an extra hug to you, too, Niece Lydia!)
Love you, Auntie!
We are all so thankful you are herding sweet Grace and Cole through their growing up period. You’re a treasure to us and to them. We love you very much, Auntie Lydia.