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I’m not sure when it happened but there is no doubt that it has, my beautiful niece Brooklyn is no longer my baby girl. She is bravely venturing into the land of worrying about how your hair looks, having intelligent conversations, thinking about things that really matter, dealing with worries about who will be your friend and what people think about you, having boyfriends (gasp). She has always been smart, really a brilliant child, but she was still naive to the ways of the world, she still had her rose colored glasses on but the rose color is fading some and she sees things for how they are more and more rather than how they should be.
I am both proud and saddened, but I know this has to happen so I just enjoy the moments of us all piling into the same bed to sleep,and her wrapping her arms around my waist squeezing tightly saying “I love you aunt avery, I’m going to miss you” and the fact that she still wants me to tell her my made up stories about fairies and monsters. Because I know one day there will be no more sleepovers and no more making up songs and dancing for the video camera. I will cry, I will be sad, I’m not going to lie… but I will also be proud and honored to have been such a big part of her childhood and then I will carefully navigate my way into where I fit into her adulthood. All I can say is she had better make room for me because I don’t care how big she gets, I will always love her with every piece of me and I will always be her aunt avery.
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My mother worries, although she has gotten better, she worries because she loves…hard. She loves harder and more unconditionally than any person I have ever known. She will sing and dance with you in a parking lot or a store, cry thinking about when we were young and how much we’ve grown, pray on her hands and knees that God will protect us and watch over us. She’ll cook for you at any time, you could decide you are in the mood for some food at 4 am and she’ll whip up a full meal and take such joy in doing it for you. She will completely inconvenience herself to make sure we have whatever we need, and will never one time complain about all that she has given up for our sake. She is like a warrior ready to go to battle for her family at a moments notice.
My father is large and intimidating to those that do not know him. He is surprisingly gentle and kind to those fortunate enough to see who he really is. He is a supporter, a rock, a man who will work hard at a job that wears on his strong frame, he will do it day in and day out without a word. He will work 12 hour shifts and then come home and after barely getting a few hours sleep rise to spend time with me if I’m visiting, even though he is exhausted and his body aches. He will let my nieces put makeup on him just because it makes them happy, he will have an impromptu dance party in the kitchen to Lady GaGa if we want to, he will play both the Wizard of Oz and the Cowardly Lion in our family rendition of the Wizard of Oz and he’ll play his parts with gusto because he loves spending time with us. He is a big man filled with a big love.
This is me, and my perfectly amazing parents.
