I drove the five and a half hour, grey, foggy-windowed, drippy, slippery, cruise-control-less drive… For the day you were born.
I laughed the laugh of delighted, hysterical, thrilled aunts with your Auntie… For the day you were born.
I slept the crumpled sleep of rolled up sweatshirts and hard chairs and benches… The day that you were born.
I ate the strange combination of foods from the awkward lines of the hospital cafeteria… The day that you were born.
I wiped the concentrated forehead of your Mama who was stronger and braver than she ever had been (see, SC, I told you someone would write about it)… The day you were born.
I was honored to hear your Grandmas do the sighs, squeals, reminiscing, and squirming… The day you were born.
I patted the strong shoulder of your Daddy as he laid down every comfort to be whatever your Mama needed him to be… The day you were born.
I knew that ALL your Grandpas were bursting with pride, the ones in the earthly waiting room and the one in the heavenly one, too… The day you were born.
I saw the familiar blend with things that I will never see again… The day you were born.
I drank more hot tea for my freezing limbs and wearied form than I remember ever drinking before… The day you were born.
I sat with your family and waited for you to meet this external world… The day you were born.
I watched as God held hands, hugged necks, and calmed crazy… The day you were born.
And then at 11:11pm on this Halloween night… you stretched out your 19.5 inches, and relaxed your 6lb 5oz frame into the hands of those who will love you best and for the longest.
TNC, your Auntie Chris loves you.