I am an auntie again today. My Older Step-Sister had a beautiful baby girl at about 7 this morning.
I don't know if I've ever fully explained my blended family here. I am technically the only child of my parents, but I have three younger sisters and a little brother. I know, right? Sometimes, even I get confused if I think too hard, which is why I don't usually bother with the technicalities much and just lump them all together as sisters and brother. For the sake of explanation, though....
While we have different dads, my brother and I grew up together and probably have the most typical sibling relationship. I know that he was scared to death of E.T. as a kid. He knows that I cried and slammed my bedroom door at the tiniest mention of my acne in middle school. And so on.
Sweet Sister--full biological sister to my brother--is probably my favorite person in the world outside of my own little family. But, with our 17 year age difference, I was living on my own before she started kindergarten. Most of the time I feel more like she's a much doted on niece and I'm her favorite auntie, although she does end up fixing my hair a lot.
And then there are my two step-sisters. When their mom married my dad a little over 10 years ago, we'd only met a handful of times. I was already in college and no longer spending summers at my dad's place, so--other than being thrilled that my dad had found someone to be happy with--it didn't change my life much.
But since then, we've had time to get to know each other at least a little better. And with Facebook and the like, sometimes I honestly think I know what they're up to before my dad and step-mom do every once in awhile! (Don't worry ladies, your secrets are safe!)
Which is all to say that, while I don't know either of them well enough to know what children's movie gives them nightmares, I do feel quite warmly towards both of them these days. I like Older Step-Sister for her refreshing way of being forthright. You never have to wonder where you stand with her. And Younger Step-Sister is a blythe wisp of a dreamer. I do believe her head would be a beautiful place to live.
Now that I've gotten this far, I'm not sure where I meant this to end up. Isn't that awful? I knew explaining all of that would fry my brain. This is why I can't tell jokes properly.
In lieu of something more profound, I suppose it suffices to say that I'm tickled to my toes for the new addition to the family. Welcome Baby A--can't wait to meet you soon!
[And if you haven't guessed, that's a sweater I made for her earlier this year. It's the pattern from More Last-Minute Knitted Gifts.]