There’s something about a new baby. Something that makes you believe that all will be well. Something that makes you cry and laugh and think about all the life there is to share with this new soul.

Last week, my sister had her baby, and I am an aunt for the first time. As I held my new nephew, Nolan Tate, studied his face, stared into his deep blue eyes, and kissed his tiny feet, my breath caught in my throat. This new, perfect little life filled me with such emotion. Visions of future family events entered my mind – annual beach trips, Christmas dinners with everyone around the table, summer rafting and barbecues, camping trips, birthdays. A new member to add to the mix. So much to enjoy!

We all took turns holding him, even Nigel, who was reluctant at first. “I’m not sure about this,” he said as I coaxed him onto the couch and put a pillow under his arm. He said he was excited but nervous. I asked him what he was nervous about, thinking he might be afraid of dropping the baby.

“Waking him up,” Nigel answered. Spoken like someone who values sleep! (Or, more likely, fears the sound of crying babies.)

I put his baby cousin in his arms and snapped some photos. Then I asked, smiling, “So what do you think of him?”

Nigel said quietly, “I think he’ll do fine.”

Yes, indeed. Welcome, Nolan. Welcome to our family. And welcome to the world.

 Aunt Tanya!

 Cousin Aidan!

 Sleeping with Nigel.

Can you see the teeny toes?

 Mama Macrina and her little man!