I sure did. I started crying immediately upon seeing my nephew for the first time, in photograph. I sat with the feelings, the overwhelming rush, and let them quietly pass through me as I stared at his face for several minutes.
I haven't written poetry for anyone except my Boy in a long time. But yesterday, after pondering what Today meant and filing the images of the day away in my "The Day You Were Born" file, the words fell out of my pen almost accidentally and I slipped into a mad Flow sesh.
[Soon to follow.]
In the meantime, this day is impossibly more beautiful than yesterday.
It feels good to be an Aunt.
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