The first of the next generation of my family came into this world last month to the joys and adoration of all who love her. A mother’s love is not mine to experience yet. But I would argue that the love of an aunt finishes a close second (maybe third after the father).

I can’t wait to take her to the beach to chase waves back and forth.
The library to read her books.
The local park to push her on the swings.
And so much more.

She is and forever will be fiercely loved.