Our Village

This week, my sister had her baby boy.  An induction and no pain medicine later, she completely dominated labor and we have a handsome, chubby, baby boy (9lbs 9 oz!) to love on the next time we see them.  My sister is a rock star and I'm overflowing with pride for her.  Anni has been singing Happy Birthday to her new cousin as often as it comes to mind (which is often).  

I would be lying if I didn't admit to being a little heartbroken over the fact that I'm over eight hours away and can't snuggle all the sweet boy's chub, or bring my sister chocolate and make her family a meal, or take my other nieces and nephews out for a few hours.  I think because one of my primary love languages is 'acts of service', I don't feel like I'm showing my love as well when I can't go, you know, serve a little.  (And, let's be honest, I'm going to miss that same lovin' when we have our Lil' Bit and my family is 8 hours away... thank goodness for my mama being willing to make the trip out here!)

You know the phrase, 'It takes a village'?  Even eight hours away, we have our village.  My mama and sisters have answered more ridiculous questions from me than I can count, are willing to talk to Anni on the phone, read her books over skype and generally keep us included in family life, despite the distance.  Even my brothers remember to call sometimes, and I have a few treasured letters from my big brother that always lift my spirits when I'm missing them especially.  Locally, I have very supportive in-laws and some amazing friends who are always willing to step in when we need a little extra help.  Blessed doesn't even begin to describe it.

I still wouldn't pass up a cuddle with my brand-new nephew, though.