I’m shy. Making friends, is…well…tough. But today, I met someone for the first time. I think I found a new friend.
Just a hunch.
I mean, her brother is really cool (we hang out a lot). He calls me “Oi”. I call him “Punk.” Basically, we do everything together.
His sister is a little hard to get to know. She hasn’t spoken to me yet, but that’s okay. I understand shy. And she’s gorgeous. The kind of girl you stop and stare at.
Her name is Eva.
This is my niece.
A birthday for her brother on Tuesday, and, come Thursday, another birthday!
Her brother (the afore mentioned lad) wasn’t a hundred percent sure of this bundle of softness. He said, “Soft and wet.” And refused to touch her. That’s okay, because his aunties were quite happy holding. her When they could beg turns off grandma, grandpa, and the proud parents.
Let’s just say, we were a room full of giddy relatives, grinning like cheshire cats.
Except for my nephew. He sort of smiled, and grimaced, and played trains. And ate. He offered the baby a sandwich.
She said no thanks.
“So the real question is, cait, when do I get to hold her?”
“Ah. Never? Mine.”
I’m a pluralized aunt!! (These are my only two niece/nephewlings.) So I can still say I have a favourite nephew. And now, a favourite niece.
She is super cute and, see, I told you I had a hunch. I’ve found a new friend.