It seems ridiculously irrational when you hear it out of context: I love him and I haven’t even met him.
I say it and even I wonder how it can be possible. I adore him more than I ever anticipated. He’s here and he belongs. I’m in awe of my ability to completely love something I have yet to see or touch. It’s a human function that I feel with every part of me and yet, I’ll probably never understand.
Last night, on the East coast, a brand new little boy came into the world. He is healthy. Mom was strong, dad was a trooper. All is fine.
I hope, somehow, they can feel all the love and excitement that is coming from two thousand miles away.
The days between now and when I can be with them will be some of the longest I’ve ever spent. I don’t know how I can wait to see this perfect baby. I don’t know if I can wait to look into my sister’s face and tell her how deeply proud I am. I can’t wait to see this family and tell this kid that I, without question, will always be his favorite aunt.
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