My family was like an island. No extended on this side of the ocean. I really never knew what it was to have grandparents. Aunts. Uncles. Cousins. I've got, but in a distant kind of way.
Now, as five has grown to eleven in a short time, all of those roles so foreign to me are ever-present in members new and old.
My parents have revelled in fleeing the empty nest. My brothers have started their beautiful families. I'm left…looking for a family portrait to creep.
Don't feel sorry for me. Really. I like the independence. I LOVE the love I have for the babes. It's simply another reality of being the youngest by quite a few years. Too young to play. Watching and waiting. Not rushing.
Learning.
Loving.
Learning.
Loving.
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