Without going into details, theI am an only child. I also won’t go into what this meant to my life right now - though it did have a huge impact on me – but I am so happy I want to share this…
I grew up with the family of friends of my parents. We lived about an hour’s drive away but we took family holidays together, weekends away, spent every Christmas together, most birthdays and lots of times in between. In short, this other family are our family, and D and A are like a sister and brother to me.
There is only 6 months age difference between D and I, and I found out a month or so ago that she is pregnant. She has wanted to be a mother for so long and I was so happy for her, that I spent most of the evening I found out crying, but in the absolute best possible way.
So, I am going to be an auntie. A lot of people don’t get how I can say that as there is no shared blood, but that matters not. I AM going to be an auntie. I am going to have a little niece or nephew, and even though they live much further away now, I am going to dote on the little thing.
And I have just seen a copy of their first scan picture and I am sitting at work, unable to turn away from my desk because I am crying again.
So. Damn. Happy.