Sunday, August 23, 2009

I am so nervous...

So whether or not I want her to , my niece is popping into the world and my life soon. Don't let that sentence fool you, I am SUPER excited at the mere suggestion of her. I am ready to see what she looks like, whose personality she will have, and how she will forge into this world. But I am also so nervous for her.
With such a diverse family (black, white, hispanic, native cherokee, you name it this child will be able to claim it) I hope she never sees adversity or bigotry, but I know she will. It's inevitable, just like it was for my brother, and just like it is for me. I am excited for her undoubtedly curly hair, which she will have in common with her mom and her aunt (great family trait on both sides). If her parents are any indication, she will be brave, unique, headstrong (or hard-headed in my big brother's case). But most of all, she will be LOVED.
That is something that my family has passed down from generation to generation. As a family, even if we didn't like each other, we still loved each other. That meant sticking up for each other. I can still remember my brother telling me how he stood up for me when someone I didn't even know was talking sh*t about me. At the time, I wouldnt even call my brother my friend. I often wonder if he knows how much he means to me. Even though I don't say it, I love you Roy.
And Alli, you are amazing to not only put up with my brother, but to love him as well. He can be rough to deal with sometimes (believe me I KNOW) but if you ever need anyone to elbow-check him, I have been working on my MMA moves and he won't know what hit him.

I guess this is my open letter to tell yall this much:

I love you and I can't wait for Marlee Zane!

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The Frames - Falling Slowly

I don't know you but I want you all the more for that.
Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react.
And games that never amount to more than they're meant will play themselves out...

Take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time.

Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice. You've made it now....
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