You turned six months old yesterday and, even though it is cliched, wowza has the time flown!
Perhaps my most dear and precious memory of you is holding you the day after you were born. You were so tiny, so perfect, and you slept quietly in my arms. You, in fact, slept for so long that my arm fell asleep from holding you in position and your Grandma had to come rescue you before I dropped you on the floor.
I had not felt as much happiness as I did on that day before or ever since. The second other happiest time was your mom and dad getting married. I can still get teary about that. Your mom, my sister, has brought so much joy into my world just by being herself and living her life, I don’t think she even realizes it.
Your mom keeps me updated with pictures and each one brings about in me an intense longing to be where you are, wherever you are. It breaks my heart now, that I haven’t been there for more of those memories. You’re eating squash and you have your first tooth. I can see in pictures that you’re going to be crawling any moment.
I think you don’t realize how fast a baby will grow. Your mom even has you on a sort-of schedule now, and I think she is getting tiny bits of rest here and there. You know her, though — there is always more she wants to be doing. She has hit the trail of parenthood running, and I knew it wouldn’t be any other way.
I know you don’t realize it yet, but you are growing up in a great family of love. Oh, there are so many people that love you, Mr. O. It kills your grandma that she hasn’t been able to make it back for a couple of months and this whole time I have been sick, one of the main things I think of is that I need to get better so I can come see you. And you also have other grandparents, and aunts, and cousins. They all love you so much and can’t wait to see you more often.
It isn’t easy taking care of a baby, or so it seems, but I want you to know that your mom is doing a bang-up job. I have never seen someone more coordinated, more competent, with so much love for you. No matter what, you’ll always have your mom. When you get old enough, make sure she gets the edible peanut butter play dough recipe from Grandma. There is nothing better.
I write this with tears in my eyes: because I am so happy you are a baby in existence on this Earth, that I can lay special Auntie Rose claim to, and because I wish circumstances were different and I got to see you grow up more. Just know, Auntie Rose will always be there for you, no matter the time, the day, the event. I will do my best to be a good aunt for you, Mr. O. I love you dearly.