It’s 6:15 am and since the house will be bustling in an hour, and it’s still nice and quiet, I thought I’d sit down and tell my niece I love her. I miss her more with each passing day as I wait to hear a voice that I may never hear again. I remember exactly her little tone, she was so warm with us, it was like she could sense something was very much happening but she of course couldn’t grasp it.
It’s like there’s always a place set for her at the table, every year her stocking goes near the fireplace, on her birthday we pray and have cake and release balloons, holidays have never been the same since this all happened, daily life has never been the same either.
She doesn’t know what relation we have, who we are, where she really belongs, and who she really belongs to. One day she will, until then we wait. Wait, wait, and wait, and wait. I can’t believe how many years we have survived thus far. Each day, we say, ‘ thank God we’re one day closer .’ And that is an honest fact. We comfort each other and talk each down from the ledge.
I’m greatly anticipating the time when we’re all together, I know I’ll be so on top of the world. We’ll all breathe a sigh of relief when we finally receive our miracle. My faith is unwavering, my hope is insurmountable.
I love my niece with all my heart, with all my being. So does her mommy, her grandparents, her cousins, uncles, and most definitely her baby brother and sister. So many family and friends completely in love with her. The seed has been planted, and when this love comes to fruition, it is going to be the greatest feeling in the world. We’re loving her from afar because right now that’s all we can do.
So before my happily busy day begins, before I start managing the millions of things I do with love, passion, pride, and honor, this moment is all for my niece. A moment to say ‘ Auntie loves you, babygirl ….’