This past Sunday my husband and I had the honor of becoming the Godparents of our nephew, little Mr. K. Isn’t he a little cutie? Sigh…there is nothing like holding a sleeping baby; the sound of their soft breathing and the downy feel of their fuzzy hair on your cheek is so relaxing. (That is, until they wake up…lol.) I’ve only known him for a short time, and yet I already love him.
I remember when I was a child and there was just my sister and I. I couldn’t imagine what life would be like with another sibling; I couldn’t imagine loving a complete stranger who would soon be a part of our family. Our family, we were just fine the way we were, I thought to myself. Why change things now? My mother was going to have another baby, but I didn’t think we could feel the same way about him, the same attachment, the same love, the same sense of belonging that we had for each other. Or at least it would take a long, long time to feel that way, once we got used to him, I thought. Oh, the silly mind of a seven-year old.
When Andrew was born, instantly it was hard to imagine what life was like without him. Was there really a time when there was just my sister and I? Why didn’t we know how incomplete our family was? How did we not know that something was missing? It was strange to think of a time in our family’s history when he didn’t exist. It was like he had been there since the beginning…
And so this Sunday, as I looked down at my little nephew, I somehow still felt the same sense of wonder and amazement that I felt when Andrew was born, and when my little girl was born. What was life like before them? I can’t remember, because it’s as if they had always been a part of our family. It makes me wonder, who else haven’t I met yet that will become an indispensable part of my life as time goes on?
Welcome to the world, little K. We’ve been waiting for you.