Little Aubrey visited our house for the very first time today! I held her for hours as her daddy packed up Little League and swimming trophies. She and I stood swaying gently in what was once his and his brother's room and will now be his brother’s and soon-to-be wife’s room as his brother starts law school. I put my lips to his daughter’s forehead to feel her soft skin as he explained to his wife about his fire prevention poster and mathletes trophies. I saw him hesitate to pack up the tiny, exquisite dragons crafted for him by a friend turned girlfriend turned friend. I reminded him he didn’t have to take everything, that we could pack up a box or two and put it in the back of the closet.
I was in heaven as my family sat at the table sharing a spread. I watched as my son sat crossed legged on the floor to change her tiny diaper while maintaining a running narrative of every step – just as he did when he was learning to drive. I stood, amazed, as my son, in one smooth, youthful movement scooped his daughter from the floor and stood from his crossed legged position. My husband hugged me in the driveway as the little family drove away.
I am loathe to change out of my shirt that still holds Aubrey’s sweet scent. She spit up all over me. But I got her back by dripping watermelon juice on her. Her mommy, daddy, aunt and uncle cleaned us both off with tiny water guns found amongst the detritus of childhood. Honestly, when did it become acceptable to use water guns inside the house, children?
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Unitarian Universalist Service Committee