Lucy

Posted April 15th, 2005 by Michelle

My dear sweet little newborn,

You do not yet know that I exist. I’m your aunt, your dad’s little sister, and even if I was there your fuzzy baby eyes wouldn’t be able to figure out that I have the same hands, lips, and goofy smile as your dad. And, maybe, as you. But I think about you all the time, and I almost feel these little wisps, bright-white tendrils of me seeking out you, even now as you stare at the ceiling from your crib, even from 3000 miles away, I seek you. You are the first girl-child born to this family since I came on the scene, and I’m stupid with longing to hang out with you. I’ve only seen two pictures of you, once of which you look pretty weird cuz you are yawning, and even grown-ups look weird when they yawn. But your simple existence makes me long all the more to figure out my own life and find a way to give you little cousins. You will be the steward of the next generation of Williams and I can’t wait to be there, then, and now.

I have this very busy life, Lucy, that pulls me in a hundred different directions every single day. But since you came on the scene, I just don’t care quite as much. I’m still going through the motions but until I can come out there and see your mom and dad and your other uncles and aunts, I’ll just be biding my time. You are an anchor unlike anything us younger Williams kids know. And I can’t wait to know you.

Love,

Aunt Michelle