My niece turned one the other day. She is THE cutest and slightly sassy, extremely happy and the most precious being EVER. I love her immensely and it's so interesting to watch my brother go from being an often good, sometimes annoying presence in mine and my sisters life, to full out father himself.
Just look at him trying to blow out MY candle... pfft
As you get older you realize that you are...getting older, but still there are moments that stop you. Everything stands still and you look around and see how much your life has changed, how far you've come and where you're going.
This birthday was one of those events. I stood and watched as we cheered the customary piñata destroying event and watched my brother - the same one who used to shave the heads of my barbies, and practice whatever new wrestling move on me, and trick me into giving him all my candy from my surprise bags - this brother, was helping his little baby girl learn how to piñata. It was slightly surreal and really lovely actually.
My brother is well suited for a baby girl, maybe one day he'll have a boy - but I could not imagine someone who would be as patient, and understanding with a house full of women as my brother. I mean years of practice will do that, plus he inherited some insane super patience gene from my father and my grandfather ( I don't have a single memory of him ever raising his voice or getting seriously upset with anyone).
My sister has slightly less patience (like me), so there were some definite altercations growing up with her. Mostly revolving around the use of each others things - something which in our later years we both realized was actually an advantage. I mean we basically had one GIANT wardrobe of clothes and makeup.
I was six when she was born so I do remember a few things about her toddler years, she had really rosy cheeks for example. She was obsessed with Beauty and the Beast and I still know it pretty much word for word because of it. Oh and obviously she was a Barney fan which drove me crazy. We shared a bedroom most of our lives which I think ultimately made us closer, and by the time I got my own room, I missed having her there to talk to at nights.
I think when I was younger I didn't really value the history of my family so much. But at this stage of my life I really feel like I can see it all, all of the fun stuff, laughing together, watching movies together, getting in trouble together etc. As well as all the new things - the new dynamic of living on our own or with others, new members of our family and the relationships we build etc.
Our family is growing and changing and theres a sense of nostalgia with that but also excitement for the future.