You would have been turning sweet sixteen right about now. Although you may have been a boy, so I wouldn’t be calling you sweet (handsome perhaps, whispered, lest anyone hear). In my dreams I imagined calling you strong, resilient, compassionate, confident – regardless of your gender. In my dreams I imagined calling you my child. I will never know.
Not another baby shower
I should start by saying it was beautiful, just as the baby who will be my great niece or nephew (OMG) will no doubt be beautiful. It’s been a while between baby showers (if not drinks). And they get easier, they really do, but still…. Ok – first to address my faux horror at being a Great Aunt (by marriage I must … Read More
