I've been blogging and bragging for several months now about my new role in life. But even though "Aunt Shelley" looked and sounded good, I had no idea the way my heart would swell when I saw my nephew lying there this weekend in Charlotte, North Carolina.
Tyler Andrew Basinger was born on July 2, weighing 8 pounds, 1 ounce. His birth had good and bad timing for me. I'll start with the negative. July 2 was a Monday. So that meant I had to wait a whole work week before I could head home to see him. Boo.
Now to the positive – Tyler was born the third morning I woke up without power. Somehow, after getting multiple text messages that my brother and sister-in-law were at the hospital, all of the frustration I had sort of faded away. Yeah, I was getting ready for work by flashlight, smelling the stench of a rotten fridge and preparing to head in for what was sure to be a hectic/crazy work day. But who cares? A new person, a miracle, was here.
Even though he's a normal size for a newborn baby, I still can't believe how little Tyler is. He sleeps with his tiny little hands up by his face. And sometimes, he likes to nap with his feet straight up in the air. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with my arm straight up in the air. Maybe he gets that from me.
So here's to not taking anything for granted. A power outage taught so many of us that in the past two weeks. I have a feeling little Tyler will continue to teach me that from here on out.