Last night I supped with my cousin Angela, my aunt and my Mom. It was a good ol’ girl/gab/giggling fest.
When we first met up, we all smiled broadly at each other, we hugged, talked quickly and excitedly to catch up. My aunt and my cousin wished me congratulations and gave my tummy a little pat.
And amidst the laughing, appetizers and wine, as I glanced around the table at their faces, I realized something.
I am a very lucky person.
Despite not having seen my aunt in a long time and my cousin even longer, last night I was enveloped in genuine, 100% authentic love.
There’s something so pure about the love of a family. My aunt has always made me feel undeniably special and unquestionably loved by her. My cousin is one of the best people I know. So happy, such a beautiful outlook on life. And my Mom – well, for all of you that know me, or read this blog, I really don’t have to say much more about my incredible Mother.
It made me happy and hopeful for the little Lemon. He/she will have a big family who loves them so much – who loves him/her so much already before having met.
There will always be someone to make Lemon feel special. To make them feel cared for. To hug them when they need to be hugged most. To laugh with them over silly inside jokes. To be excited for Lemon when they reach an important stage in life. To cheer Lemon on, just for being.
Baby Lemon, you’ve got one heck of a start.
And I have one heck of a family.