There are times when life seems to be falling apart. When day after day you are hit with another tragedy, mishap, another bump in the road. There are times when despite all of this, you are still happy. This is one of those times for me.
I am terribly sad and heartbroken over recent events in my community, as well as by the Colorado and Wisconsin shootings. I am also overwhelmed by all the health "stuff" and financial strains. But there is something that keeps me going, something that gives me strength.
That something is actually a someone- my soon to be little niece or nephew. We celebrated my sister's baby shower yesterday, and for the first time it hit me- I am really going to be an aunt. 13 weeks from now I will be holding my little buddy. I can't wait, I want it to be November right this second so we can welcome him/her into this world. It's a scary world, it's not always a safe world, but it's still a beautiful world; so much to discover. I hope that my pal will like me, I hope that he/she can always hold onto hope and always find a way to laugh.
I realize this is overly cheesy, a little too warm and fuzzy. I just can't believe I get to be an aunt. Aunt Meg. All my life I've been the baby, the youngin, and I've had to seek out little ones to "watch over" and "take care of". This has usually taken the form of one of the teens I have worked with in different settings. Now I will have my very own little niece or nephew that I can smother with love.
Short post tonight, but I simply cannot contain my excitement for the little nugget.
I also have a favor for you all. I know this blog averages between 50-100 views per entry. So I would like every single person who reads this blog to then post a comment that tells me something you have been terrified to do, but you did anyways. Thank you.