Today’s trip into the wayback machine may not be far enough back to suit everyone (no bad fashion from the days of yore, no tragic haircuts) but seven years ago today was a major milestone in our family – my oldest nephew* was born. He’s the first person I’ve known from literally the day he was born, at least since I’ve been old enough to understand what that means.
D was born on a Monday, which I remember very specifically because Brian & Jen – his parents, my brother and sister-in-law – were at my house for Sunday brunch the day before he was born. I made the cheesy potato and ham casserole (why I remember this detail, I have no idea) and I know one of the topics we discussed was possible baby names. They hadn’t found out in advance that they were having a boy, but it turned out to be great good luck that they did, because less than 12 hours before he arrived, our conversation revealed they were very much at an impasse when it came to girls’ names.
They headed home at some point in the afternoon, with no sign at all that D’s arrival was imminent, but called later that night to let me know they had headed to the hospital, and by the time I woke up in the morning, I was officially an aunt. Today’s photo is from my first visit to meet the little guy, and I’m not gonna lie – I was captivated from the get-go.
And now, seven years later, I can hardly believe how quickly the time has passed. The tiny red lump in that photo is now an alarmingly smart first grader who is passionately interested in LEGOs, Star Wars, the Caps, and about 50 other things, depending on when you ask him. His heart is just huge; seriously, so kind that he asked Jen to pack him allergen-free snacks for kindergarten so he could sit with his friend who did have allergies. And he’s so curious, analytical, and meticulous; I suspect he’s an architect or engineer or computer programmer in the making. Watching him grow into himself has been – and, I imagine, will continue to be – fascinating.
So, happy birthday, dude. I lovelovelove you.
*As a possibly needless point of clarification, this would be the first nephew that, say, a genealogist would count. Within our family, we consider ourselves to be aunts and uncles to not only our siblings’ kids, but also those of our cousins. So, the official count is that I’m aunt to three nephews, but by my count, I’m at six nephews (!), two nieces.
Updated to add: I know I said no crazy hair, but I just looked at this picture again and realized it was from when I dyed my hair really, really brown. I hated it at the time, but in looking at it now, it’s not so bad. Better than my natural dishwater brown, to be sure.
Do you have photos from your past that you’re willing to share – and a blog to post them on? Play along with Wayback Wednesday by linking back to this post or sharing in the comments so I can snoop into your past, too!