2 days to go and still… no symptoms. Not a sausage. Reading up on some of the recent BFP’s in Blogland, and they are puking up all over the place, and getting all sorts of other wonderful symptoms that they are going to be mothers in the not-too-distant future. They only thing I have gotten in my two week wait, is slightly fatter, and a bit more sceptical.
It was really fun to catch up with long lost family members, and to see how everyone had grown up and got older. Children, that I last saw running around barefoot, were standing coyly in little groups; sipping on their drinks and making small talk. It was a wonderful celebration of my niece’s coming of age, and she has grown into a lovely girl: Very confident, self assured, comfortable in her own skin, and very outspoken, but with a definite soft side. There was a board that had photo’s stuck on it from all the stages of her life, and each photo brought back a flood of happy, funny memories. As I watched her parents standing proudly beside her, and as her dad handed her the 21st Key, I was really struck by the enormity of that moment. Her dad gave a very sincere and heartfelt speech, and reminded her, that even when she turned 42, she would still be his daughter, and he would still love her dearly.
Imagine seeing your children turn 21! What a milestone! What a wonderful journey they had embarked on when she entered into their lives. I bet they had no idea how their lives would change, or how much more enriched it would be because of her. Hopefully, in the future, she too will experience the joy of holding her own newborn in her arms for the first time, be there for each little milestone, each of life’s lessons, and finally to hand over that very special key at her own child’s 21st. And with a bit of luck, hopefully we’ll all get to experience that joy too some day. I can hardly wait.