Last week, I had the distinct pleasure of meeting my new niece. She is a beautiful, chubby little thing with a head full of dark, downy hair. I had forgotten just how silky newborn hair is.
I had to travel all the way across the country to get to her, starting my journey with a 2 hour shuttle drive to the airport, then a red-eye from PDX to DFW and finally to PIT. By the time I reached my final destination, my body had no idea what time it was, it just knew it was tired and hungry. I can’t sleep in an upright position, so I had about 90 minutes of broken sleep that night. But you know what? It was worth it.
I spent a blissful week snuggling my niece, spending time with my older sister and brother in law, and even a fair amount of relaxing (newborns are much less mobile than 10 month olds!). I even got a brief visit with my younger sister, whose visit was ending just as mine was beginning, so we got about 24 hours of a partial sister reunion (partial because JB, the youngest, wasn’t there). It was a lovely time, and the only thing that made me want to leave was an intense yearning for my own wife and baby. Hopefully the miles between our two households will somehow allow for the cousins to meet and even get to know each other. Hopefully. Somehow.