she is married to a man i look up to. a man who thinks i compliment him. together plus one we built a successful team. a consistently number one performing team...often out of seventeen. i look to him for life advise, love advise, career advise, general business sense, affirmation of outrage, and often just a confident smile. his children melt my heart and their voices, coos, cries, and high fives shake my soul. while i think her husband walks on water and look to him as a big brother and sometimes a work husband, i look to her for the exact same things; though different coming from another woman.
almost a year ago i found myself lost and afraid of everything i thought i was. she yanked me up off the floor in fit of what was almost disappointment. i have talked to her nearly everyday since. when i have people tell me they love who i am today ten times more than who i was a year ago, i smile. i do too. she is able to give me the tough love opinions that are true and honest and sometimes sting, but i love it. i need it. i appreciate it. this family has changed my life.
their four beautiful children know me as aunt bailey. all four faces light up when i enter their house. all five us can fit comfortably in one chair. each brings a different layer of happiness and gratitude to my world.
last night in a heart baring "im nervous." "me, too" kind of conversation the confirmation of family and true love lay somewhere between my house and theirs. they are family. they are friends. last night i sat with tears streaming down my cheeks and a smile on my face as she asked me to be the prince's god mother. he speaks without words; with big brown eyes and and a perfect smile; soft hands with a tight grip; and the most sincere snuggles exuding adoration. this little man makes me a better me. his siblings make me a better aunt bailey and his mom and dad show me daily that i am good enough. i am loved.
