he opened the door with her in his arms. it was so natural. my brother with his big, strong arms with his tiny, tiny baby.
and then i started crying. crying from the miracle of it all. one day she was a bump in a tummy, the next, she’s here. i couldn’t stop the crying. couldn’t stop the absolute overflowing of emotions spilling from my every pore, rolling down my cheeks the tears of happiness and joy.
and then i held her, i felt the bare weight of her little body against my own, saw her eyes and her fingers and toes. her little, little body.
and then she looked at me. with deep blue eyes she saw me. this miracle. i met her with tears and a pouring of love and so many hopes for her future. my little niece named pearl.