I mentioned to a co-worker the other day that the 22nd nephew/niece of mine is going to be born later on this year.
He thought I was lying. So I showed him the reunion photo I keep at my desk.
He then thought my parents were crazy.
But I thought of all the stories I have of my nieces and nephews - and how I can shamelessly use this blog to illustrate how
incredible
unique
beautiful
handsome
hilarious
sensitive
intelligent
they all are.
Story: Just this morning, I ran with Elizabeth ("Emergency Room" - bwahahahaha) and when we returned, I felt like some entertainment. So I sat on her couch and watched her children.
Cameron ran outside, barefoot, grabbed a stick (how come boys can ALWAYS find sticks?), climbed atop a big pile of dirt, and proceeded to survey his land. Dig, dig, dig. Pause. Survey. Yell, yell, yell. Pause. Dig. Pause. Swing, swing, swing of the stick.
I was mesmerized.
Natalie vacuumed the entire downstairs by herself - in nice, even, straight lines. I love straight vacuum lines. She even managed to pick up the fruit snacks wrapper I threw on the floor in her path.
I want her to come vacuum my apartment.
Ella showed me her new shoes - shiny, silver flats. I told her I have ones just like them. I did forget to tell her that I hung her note she gave me two days earlier at my desk at work:
JUWANA - You are a grat ant. Love - Ella
I want cards from her on a weekly basis.
Avery teetered toward me on her tiny toes. However, at one point, she became so excited with her new skill, she toppled backwards. But she still laughed - with two teeth showing - and got back up.
I want her to take me on a walk someday.
That is four nieces/nephews down.
Eighteen more to go. I love them.
All.
