Besides my sweet husband, there's another boy who captured my heart the first time I met him and has held it in his hand ever since. That boy is my adorable, charming, brilliant, perfect-in-his-aunt's-eyes nephew, Daniel, who's supposed to be on his way to visit us here on the prairie right at this very minute, but who instead has been stricken with a stoooopid virus and has made the mature and thoughtful but very uncool-to-him-or-me decision to sit this trip out with his little brothers and Dad while my sister and two wonderful, beautiful, smart and talented nieces fly up to Chicago. They should be here for dinner tonight, which is a huge pot of Nana's spaghetti sauce (I mean, sauce I cooked by Nana's recipe), pasta, salad and garlic toast.
(See how I wrote that without gagging even once? Will power, people. Will power and a LOT of nervous swallowing.)
Mama is a proud Mama indeed, but Mama cut her proudness teeth on her nieces and nephews.
My eldest niece and nephew, at nearly 12 and 10 respectively, have recently started their own blogs. I know! I cannot TELL y'all how thrilled I was to read their first posts and get to comment on them. Two more happy bloggers in the family, and a special way (hopefully they'll blog more regularly than I have recently!) to keep up with what's goin' on in those two brilliant minds. Oh, it does make an Aunt well up with happy tears. My lil babies, all grown up and bloggin'!
Daniel blogged the following sad paragraph today. Y'all get your tissues because this one will jerk up those heartstrings and tie them in a knot, for sure.
Unfortunately yesterday our flight to San Antonio was completely sold, so we couldn't go. But then today, I woke up with the same cold Dad, Little O, and and my baby brother had. My mom planned on going to Chicago, the second place we were supposed to go to see my Aunt, Uncle, and my cousin. I couldn't go, so I'm stuck here with Dad, Little O, and my baby brother. Mom said that she would take the camera with her so I could see what they did there. Fortunately for me, I am going to see my Aunt, Uncle, and my cousin in February when we rent a Suburban and go down to the beach.
You rest up and get well, Baby Daniel (who's not a baby anymore, sniffle). When we get to the beach, I'm going to hug you until you almost can't breathe anymore! Oh yes sir, I am!