Last night I got to be a part of something that I know will go down in my mind as one of my fondest life memories. I'm sure the other three people who were there have no idea how much it meant to me.
Our cousins brought home their brand new-2 day old-baby boy yesterday afternoon. Around 6:30 pm, I had the privilege (and yes it was exactly that!) of taking them a meal. It was a simple meal, shredded chicken sandwiches, potato chips, homemade applesauce, and chocolate chip cookies.
I probably wasn't there more than 3 minutes before I was offered that sweet baby boy to hold. For the next 2 hours or so, I was captivated by him. Long tiny fingers. Sweet baby head of peach fuzz. Things I had forgotten about having a baby immediately came back to me. My youngest turned 5 1/2 on the 8th of this month, but already it seems like a lifetime ago since we brought him home. This baby was 6 pounds 2 oz at birth and my baby was 8 lbs 14 1/2 oz. He was never this tiny in my arms.
I so enjoyed visiting with our cousins and watching them with their new little boy. I loved hearing all the details of the past couple of days. It was like watching one of those baby story TV shows, only live, complete with tears rolling down my cheeks at different parts. I was able to give him a bottle and realized that I had totally forgotten how great it is to coax a burp from a baby.
Time slipped by and before I knew it, I realized that I had left my own kids at dinner time and now they were probably getting ready for bed. I reluctantly left my new little cousin with the promise that I would be back soon.
I told his mommy that I fell in love on Valentine's Day. Welcome to the world baby Nason! I didn't know that having your heart stolen could feel so good.