Waiting

My sister is in labor. Real, honest to God labor. She is at the hospital as I type. It is with extreme insomnia that I wait for the phone to ring. I cannot wait for she and her Hubby to experience this together. I applaud their choice to be there alone, just the two of them in a sea of medical staff. That is what bonding is made of. You and your loved one against the odds. The odds that you will be terrified, that some of the medical staff will irritate you when you are in an excruciating pain that no one understands until they feel it themselves, that you feel you can't do it and want to return a different day when you are more prepared for your entire universe to change in a matter of hours.

And I cannot sleep tonight with the single thought in my mind that I meet my niece shortly. The one I will take on walks and have heart to hearts with. The one who will love coming to ash-ash's house because she can write on the walls, finger paint with pudding and never get into trouble.

I love her desparately already and once I hold her, it will be over, she will own me body and soul. Well, the half of it that isn't already taken by a certain curly, red haired, little darling who happens to be my nephew. I am mush and can't stop the flutter in my heart.