This is not real news to most, I am an Aunt to many littles. Boys and Girls but none are blood related, that used to not matter to me. You see there are only two kids in my family, myself and my brother. There is a 10 year difference between the two of us, so you see I have waited quite a bit for Figgie.
I will tell you that I do not love any of my nieces or nephews any differently, but it makes me finally feel like I am an Auntie. I would not change the relationships that I have with any one of them. Well maybe, that I could see them every day, just to give them a big hug and a kiss and remind them that I do love them.
Figgie finally came into the world last week and out of respect of her parents that is what she will remain being called here in blog-land. She looks like both of her parents. She has brought me back to the day her father was born. I remember that my mom walked and walked that night of the full moon and finally our baby was ready. A whopping 10 pounds ready, he was the best thing ever. I loved (love) him from the moment I saw him and now I am lucky enough to be able to see him love figgie that very same way.
Figgie already knows that I love her, I was able to tell her very quietly right in her ear. Smooch her little cheek, check to make sure (just for myself) that she had 10 fingers and 10 toes. She and I are already fast friends, she cuddled right up and went to sleep.
I just had to share the news with all of you.