The closeness of it has creped up. I only realised how close it was when I was flicking through my diary and found myself starring at the date only a few pages on.
I have had hundreds of friends have babies (and no, I'm not exaggerating), and so you would think I would be old hat at this. But it has never been this closer family, and this is my first go at being an Aunt. And as excited as I am, it still feels crazily unreal. The Watermelon in Elise's belly in two weeks is going to be a screaming, crying, gorgeous little person that I can see and touch and play with. But as much as I love him, I still find it hard to imagine.
Most people who have vague knowledge of my sister-in-law and her husband usually say as one of their first comments: "That is going to be one good-looking baby". I have to agree!
I think part of the issue is I find it hard, but fun, to imagine what their baby will look like. Elise and Harry had a baby celebration afternoon tea (basically a gender-inclusive Baby-shower, but Elise wouldn't let us call it that). At that party there were several mixed ethnicity kids. It went from a very Indian looking boy to a blond haired blue eyed girl who in her apperance had no trace of her Indian/Mauritian heretige (and who ironically looked heaps like Elise does in all her baby photos). So am much as I love my nephew, I just can't picture him at all.
But I think that's part of the fun! In two weeks I will get to meet a little boy of unknown looks and unknown name. But I know he will be my nephew and I will be his Aunty and that I will love him to pieces.
And that's all I need to know.
love BG
