The five-year-old girl down the street…

Is what I called my best friend for weeks when I first met her.

Until that is, my Mom said I couldn’t play with that little girl until I learned her real name.

Which was Danielle.

Who I still call Dani.

Over twenty-years have past since that day, and over time she has become more than a best friend, she is my sister.

When she told me a year ago she was having a baby, I was shocked. Could I really be that old.?

As her belly grew, my mind tried hard not to think about what was in there.

How could the five-year-old girl down the street have a baby.

I guess my mind just didn’t want to believe we had grown up.

When Isaac made his entrance, suddenly the little girl was a mom.

Beautiful, cuddly, and sweet. Just a perfect little baby. I adored him from the moment his tiny form filled my arms.

My nephew.

When I saw him yesterday he no longer looked like an infant. But a little man.

With his mother’s eyes.

Eyes that had kept me up all night talking about boys. Eyes that had given me comfort when my world was falling around me. Eyes that had filled with laughter over a shared joke. Eyes that knew all of my faults and all of my blessings and loved me regardless.

My eyes glistened for a moment as my heart filled with a little more love for that tiny baby, and his amazing mother.

 


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