It's winter. Dead cold and icy. I hate it. It's only February and I've had a jonesin' for green grass and that hot smell that's inside your car when it's 90 degrees F outside since Winter Solstice. And in the midst of all this, new life springs forth and I have a new niece, Aaliyah.
She's tiny. Itty bitty, even. She's almost five-and-a-half pounds with the longest fingers I've ever seen on a baby. She's got her mother's eyes and her dad's toes.
News of her coming birth was unexpected, but I'm grateful for the ways she's already facilitated reconciliation and brought joy beyond belief to our family. Seriously. All that and she's only a week old.
So in the middle of the season for sleep and restoration, I've recently welcomed a niece who is a reminder of the promise that new life will bud forth (allergies and all) in only a few short weeks. Just as I wonder about what my new irises will look like come May, I also get caught daydreaming about little Aaliyah's future and hope it's full of more warmth than cold, more joy than sorrow, and more peace than strife.
And in the meantime, maybe, just maybe, by the time my irises bloom, I'll have a cure for this baby fever that's taken over my brain and be even more in love with all my nieces and nephew than I am now.
Oh yeah, and just for the record, I DID make that crazy cute pink cap with the perfect pom pon.
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