Everyone stop what you are doing – drop that coffee! I need your help.
I just lost years of my life and I don’t know where they went.
Although it doesn’t seem possible, my favorite nephew turns eight tomorrow and WOW! Where did those years go?
Although I know it is wrong to covet thy sister’s child, I can’t help it. I’d be lucky to have a child like this one.
All children are special … I get that, but there is something about this one that is extraordinary. Maybe it is the way he always loved our church, quickly becoming the house favorite during the exchange of peace and often causing the priest to wait a few more seconds while he made his rounds.
Maybe it how he instinctively knows right from wrong. He feels compassion for people. He wants everyone included and won’t let anyone feel like an outsider.
That is a priceless quality, especially in a young child and it is our hope he maintains these traits throughout his life.
For the last eight years I’ve called my nephew “Baby Cole.” I’m not sure why I added “baby,” but unfortunately for him it stuck. This weekend my husband told me I’d have to drop it.
So I asked Cole.
Me: “So you are going to be eight years old … I guess I can’t call you “baby” anymore, can I?
Cole: “Yes, ma’am.”
Me: (hopeful) “Yes, what?”
Cole: “It is ok. You can still call me “Baby.” If you want to …
Me: “Just not in front of your friends?”
Cole: “Right. Just not in front of my friends!”
What a sweetie!
Tomorrow will be the first birthday I’ve missed, including the Big One, where I waited by my sister’s side for many long hours while he was born. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, or longing to be in Texas for the celebration, we are holding our own “Cole’s 8th Birthday Party” party here in Catanzaro, complete with cupcakes and ice cream.
Happy Birthday Cole and Happy Love Thursday everyone!