I was only in the fifth grade when it happened.  I remember being a little worried about the whole thing, yet filled with that feeling you experience only when you’re really excited about something.  You know, when you lie awake at night, too beside yourself to close your eyes because, really, if you slept, the day would never get here and it would be much less fun if you didn’t arise like a limp noodle from sleep deprivation the next morning.  Butterflies bounced about in my tummy.  I couldn’t wait to meet him!

The night we first met Nathan is one I will never forget.  I sat perched at the window, peaking through the blinds at the car lights kissing the streets, hoping the next one would hold sweet baby Nathan.  Finally, they pulled up.  An aunt, I thought, I was cool now, and I couldn’t wait to tell everyone at school just how cool I had become, totally unaware of what being an aunt really meant.  I would come to learn that being an aunt would be one of the greatest joys of my life. 

Sixteen years ago today, my first nephew was born.  Small and filled with wonder, Nathan came into the world and changed our lives forever.  He smiled, laughed, and cooed and everyone  instantly lit up.   His first steps, words, and triumphs were treasured by all and he filled our lives with joy.  It’s funny how no matter how much things change, they stay the same.

Today I’m reminded of that young boy who really isn’t such a child any longer.  That boy that we all once rocked to sleep in our arms, and taught me that I couldn’t wait to be a mother is now taller than all of us!  I am so proud of you and all that you are, Nathan.  You are an extraordinary young man and I truly admire your big, beautiful heart and how much you love and care for others.  Happy Birthday, Nathan, I’m so glad you were born, and that you’re our nephew!

And… Happy Memorial Day, Internet!