(Just pretend I wrote this yesterday)
I used to think I wasn’t a baby person. I don’t ooh and ahhh when I see one nor do I long to be around them for any extended amount of time. But once my sister popped her first one out, I began to think they weren’t so bad. I found myself connected in a way that I didn’t really think was possible. Sure, I hoped it was possible because I do plan on having one or two of my own one day, but I wasn’t so sure I could ever be converted. Granted, I still have a long way to go. I still am not that keen on other kids (except my friend Nikkie’s because they are adorable mixed kids and they remind me of little Brianna’s) but as far as my nephew and new niece go, I’m a sucker. Please shoot me if I start sending out mass emails with all of her pictures.
I am so incredibly excited that I now have a niece. Don’t get me wrong…Ty is the MAN and I absolutely love him to pieces. But a little girl makes me excited to buy her all the pink things I can get my hands on. She’s going to grow up being a girly girl that still knows how to beat all the boys in a race, just like her Aunt. So, Happy Birthday Tristen. I love you and I plan on spoiling you rotten.