brew is a father for the second time. our baby was supposed to come on tuesday, but he made his debut yesterday instead. he doesn’t know it yet but he is a real lucky guy. well, of course you know how i feel about my family. i talk a lot about how lucky i am that i belong to them. what you don’t know is that brew is a love. he is intense…oh boy is he intense. but when he loves you…you know it. it is an enveloping affection. maybe it’s just because i’m his big sister, but if you are on the inside, you sit high upon a pedestal. in his eyes there is very little you can do wrong, short of hurting him. the brew’s waters run so deep. he is an old soul. he is a protecter at all costs of those that he loves. his number one son is loved so hard that i know it almost hurts sometimes. i know as an adult number one son will remember all of the fun that they have had together. it’s a surprising silliness that few get to see of my dear brother.
what you don’t know is that, i have a phenomenal woman as a sister-in-law. also know as “better half”. better half is GOOD. she is smart and kind. polite and thoughtful. she’s beautiful inside and out. she’s shorter than i am, so i love her even more. most importantly she can “handle” brew. like me, brew needs a special recipe of personality traits. we need a relatively passive person who isn’t a door mat. she fits the bill. and we love her for it. my father giggles when she speaks to him in her native tongue and he snaps to attention.
i went to the hospital with the goose to meet the little boo today. i came bearing gifts. better half had gestational diabetes and is a major lover of food. we brought a case of coke, bags of candy, and a box of donuts. she had just been given her pain meds but when she saw the box she said “doooonuuuts” in homer simpson style. oh yes, she’s funny too. even when she isn’t on opiates.
i had to pry the boo from my mother’s ungiving arms. i put him in the goose’s arms and she didn’t take her eyes off of him the entire time. better half asked if i thought he looked asian. i told her i thought he looked like number one son. he’s beautiful. the most luscious pursed rosebud mouth. he had just eaten so he was fairly food drunk and didn’t open his eyes. we don’t really have anglo eyes anyway. he’s a mouth breather(just like his father…and his brother for that matter.) he is perfection. my mother said, “isn’t it crazy that he’s here today (she’s been ready for some time.) and he wasn’t yesterday?
that got me taking a trip down memory lane. it’s one of the miracles of my life. i loved my babies when they were in my belly. when they came out and i could look at them, it was the completion of the picture. looking into this baby’s face i found myself thinking, “i didn’t even know you yesterday and today my heart swells with love for you.” i know that brew was nervous about how a new baby would fit into his family. how could he split the love he has for number one son? this is a man who i heard asking his wife on our way out of the hospital room if she wanted him to get her the “nipple cream”. this thoughtful of a person could split his love a million times over because that’s what we do. i don’t know how, i just know it happens.
no matter who this boy proves to be, he will be loved. he will be surrounded by people who think he is the bees knees. except for maybe his big brother who was expecting him to come out as a three year old. which was quickly followed by relief when he realized that his brother wouldn’t be able to pull his hair. not today anyway.
happy birthday Boo!