Love Note from an Auntie
You are everything good about this world. The first time I held you, tears washed down my face. I couldn't help it. Your ten pounds of beautiful baby boy muscle, blood thick with heritage, heart clear and bright, staggered me so. Because how could I love someone I just met with that much depth? How is that?
My heart lodges in my throat just thinking about that day and every day since.
I read somewhere that new souls choose us. How I believe that is true. Your little heart looked down on this family of mostly girls and knew that we needed you in our lives. My heart is ragged with gratefulness.
You are kind. Intelligent. Observant. Persistent. Keenly aware. Exploring. Your laugh is one of my favorite sounds.
Sometimes I just sit on the floor with you and watch. You like to put things in neat piles. Separating and ordering. You take after your mother like that.
You're learning to jump. Your little brow furrows with concentration and you take a few running steps and then launch yourself with a great "Uh ah!" Determined. Happy to be in that very moment.
You tug at my hand and insist that we do things together. Even if it means I am just sitting by your side.
You want to wear my glasses and my watch every time I come home.
You bring me treasures from Nature - rocks, handfuls of dirt, sticks, and snail shells. You press flowers and plants alike to your nose, breathe deeply and sigh contentedly.
You teach me things that I once knew. Like a river, silt washed upon some of those lessons and you were the flood that brought them back to the surface.
I hope that you will listen equally to Jack Johnson and Eric Church, that your heart will hold a place for Harper Lee and Harold Bell Wright. I hope that you listen to Nature and learn her stories and never forget her lessons. I hope that you will listen to your mother and father, your heritage, tumble this Life over and over in your beautiful mind and decide for you what is right and good in this World.
Know that you are forever loved. Your blood runs in my veins and mine in yours and our story winds and twists around the roots of a very old tree.
Deep and abiding love,
Your Auntie Ashley
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The Girls by Emma Cline
A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash
Dark Places by Gillian Flynn
Never Broken by Jewel
Hold Still by Sally Mann