Sticky and playful hugs and kisses and those looks … those looks that communicate intense bonding and love don’t come as often for infertiles, but when they do, well, I don’t know about you, but I live off of them for weeks. I get my fix from two nieces (11-and-three-quarters and 8-and-a-half) and two nephews (almost 12 and 9). A boy and a girl on each side of the family. They bring me great joy. Oh, how I love to spoil them. One set lives an hour away, the other eight time zones away.
My nine-year old nephew and I share our birthday celebrations most years. We were born a day and 36 years apart, and we’re great pals. He has my dad’s impish and gregarious qualities and looks like him, too. The little guy is also a charmer as you can see from this thank-you note he wrote to us.
It’s now prominently featured on my refrigerator. Also on the fridge are photos of the four adorable ones from their earliest days until now. (Makes me think that if someone showed up at our house they’d never know by the number of kid’s photos all around that we didn’t have any of our own.)
June is chock full of birthday celebrations. This weekend my oldest nephew turns 12. Sssshhhh. I’m surprising him with a visit. As luck would have it, I have business across the pond so I’m dropping by for the weekend. Can’t wait to see the look on his face (and his sister’s). I’m so looking forward to the hugs and kisses.
Since I’ll never win Mother of the Year award, I’m working hard for Best Aunt in the World.
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