One of the lesser known super heros
Aunt Jessi did double duty today.
First it was the baptism of P & D’s 9-month-old boy. A difficult baby from the get-go, he handled it with minimal fuss and even let me hold him for feeding afterwards. P’s mom had me pose for some pictures with family and baby, which was very sweet. I am so lucky to feel welcome in so many families.
I went straight from church to NT’s and the birthday party of my favorite nine-year-old. NT’s mom acknowledged that any baby-holding time (baby’s one-year-old birthday is next week) should be rescinded to me since I don’t get him that much. The just-over-one-year-old cousin (with me still?) is walking quite well now, very bright, and has the sunniest disposition.
I drove home with that good tired feeling. Not too exhuasted. Nothing pressing on me to do. (That I can remember. I’m sure I’ll be kicking myself tomorrow at 9am when my brain cells start functioning again.) Nothing left but crawl into comfortable clothes, consume leftover wine and baba ganoush, and appreciate life.