So I’m an aunt. I helped (in a wash the dishes, pack the snacks, feed the dad, rearrange the room, call the nurse, call the family, rearrange the room again, find the missing item, be the second voice of encouragement, write down the details, call the family again, hold the hands, take the dad’s spot while he went to the bathroom, call in the family, rearrange again, take the pictures, tell the family kind of way) to bring little Asher Silas into the world. Actually, when it came down to it, he was brought into the waiting presence of his father, his mother, his grandmother and his two aunts. And his parents are right, he is beautiful.
8 lbs, 12 ounces, 21.5 inches long of baby boy at 5:50 on May 18, 2009. I didn’t baby-snatch. Whether that was because of hospital security or true self-control on my part, I leave to your imagination. (Of course, I didn’t get Melly’s adrenaline rush when the baby actually was born, so I promptly wanted to go to bed.)