So Like a Dream
But it makes more sense. And, I cannot move things with my mind.
I exchanged a couple of emails with my brother today. He wrote as if he were in the process of peeling away a million different thoughts in layers, like a puzzle box. Lots of ellipses.
He's supposed to call me tonight, thought I don't know what that means, defined in hours. He is on the East Coast, and I have to retrieve my husband from work. I am excited, though.
My little niece signed my guestbook. This made me giddy, though she is not little any more. She's 13, and I am quite certain that she does not remember me in the least. We never met, but I spoke to her when she was about 4, and I sent her a book about flower fairies for Christmas that year. I have always lacked the aptitude for dealing with children very well. I have photos of her at Disney World, and posed amongst a sea of stuffed animals in her room. But that was the little girl who is much older now. Her little brother was newborn when I lost contact with them. I imagine he's a whole new sort of experience, now.
The feeling is much like someone approaching you on the street and handing you an arm that you will wear for the rest of your life. It's a part of you that you never knew about. You get to redefine yourself, make that subtle adjustment in your head.
And I was just getting used to being "Aunt" me to Wes's niece and nephew.
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