I became an auntie six and a half years ago when my sweet Emersyn entered the world.
Holding her for the first time in my arms absolutely took my breath away. Her precious little fingers wrapped around mine- and my heart.
I have gotten to watch her grow up. Learn to crawl and walk. Her first words. The first time she said “Auntie Sammy” and “I love you.”
Oh. My. Heart.
Emersyn is my cuddle bug. My birthday buddy (May 31st to my June 1st). The first to offer the biggest hugs and squeezes and battle me on who loves who more (I mean, its me for sure, but I let her think she wins)…
She is my book buddy. Oh, how we love our books. Curled up together on the couch reading together- She devours books; never quite getting enough.
Emersyn is the careful sister. The sister who follows the rules (to a fault). Who is quick to let me know when I’m taking care of her and her sisters that I am NOT doing something the way my sister (her mom) does… (Insert eye roll here)
She can be emotional (she’s like her auntie in that way)- we feel things deeply. And can be a bit fearful of new things unlike her rambunctious sisters who run wild and love trying new things- the crazier the better.
So, when my sister called me today to let me know there had been an accident; a fall from the top of the play gym at my nieces’ school, she was the last one I expected to be hurt.
But she was. She was brave and climbed to the top of the play gym today. She was brave when she fell and hit her arm on the cold, hard ground outside, breaking AND dislocating it in two places.
And now she is bravely sporting her new, pink cast.
My sweet, brave Emersyn.