My Dear Presley,
You are one month old today! I can’t believe it’s been a month since I met your perfect face, your tiny fingers, and your wiggly toes.
In the last month you have gained more than a couple pounds. Every day your brain is expanding; seeing, hearing and thinking things for the very first time in your life. It scares me to think how soon you’ll laughing and talking. But it also fills my heart to overflowing to imagine how precious your little voice will sound.
And you’re not the only one who has grown. As soon as they knew you were coming, life without you became a distant memory for your mom and dad. When you finally made your debut into the world, the world before and without you ceased to exist. You were their world now. You were their purpose.
That’s where I come in. When you’re old enough to ask, I’ll be there to tell you the stories of your mom when she was just a little sixteen-year-old punk skipping out on swim practice. Or when we were screaming like a bunch of tone-deaf lunatics at Luke Bryan concerts. Or the time your dad and Uncle John tried to fit a giant couch into their tiny apartment on Pleasure House Court. Or the days when we all enjoyed a few too many Orange Crushes and had to stumble home. I’ll tell you all of this to remind you that your parents are not just parents, they are layered humans with interesting life experience (I know that was a struggle for me to keep in mind when I was a teenager).
And I’ll tell you about the type of friends your parents have been to Uncle John and me during the hardest year and half of our lives. I’ll tell you about the time Uncle John had to work late, your mom came over, laid in bed and watched Moana with me after a tough round of treatment. And how your dad goes golfing with Uncle John to give him a well-deserved chance to decompress. Most importantly, I’ll tell you about how your parents have graciously allowed us be involved in your life, knowing that our role as Aunt and Uncle may be the closest we get to experiencing the exciting milestones that come along with raising a child. It’s the greatest gift I could imagine to get to spend time with you and watch you grow. And I could never thank your parents enough for welcoming us into their lives, and by extension, yours.
Sweet Pea, you are quite simply one of the most precious blessing in my life. Thank you for letting me hold you and love you and smother you with kisses. And for officially becoming the tiniest member of the Army.