It has become very apparent, in the last nine months especially, that I really didn’t know the true meaning behind the word miracle.
The miracle I am speaking of is the one of life. I am recently a proud aunt of a beautiful little boy. I held him very shortly after his birth and couldn’t help the tears of pure joy that streamed down my face. It seems like forever ago that family and friends heard the news and were awaiting his arrival.
I had seen many pregnant women and even did a lot of baby-sitting in my time, but never before did I truly feel as if I were staring into the eyes of an angel that God gave to two special people.
From the moment of conception, to an ever seemingly growing belly, to the point where I heard the first cry of my little nephew, I realized that nothing is more important than love.
I sat in the hospital looking at him, and his parents and my parents and realized that everyone in the room had been through the same thing before when they had children themselves. I wandered down to the nursery and looked at all those little hands and little fingers of all the other babies who had made their way into this world and thought; Gosh, what innocence these little bodies possess. The only thing they know is the warm touch of their mother’s cheek against theirs, the soft feeling of being swaddled and the comforting voices that soothed their cries.
It seems, for me anyway, that it takes a special event to renew my senses about what’s important. The problems that I thought I had suddenly became so minuscule. Everyone’s complaining about their own lives became something that I was now intolerant of. The judgment that I have seen others pass on a stranger on the street or their best friend has now become something I don’t want to associate myself with.
I heard a line in a movie I watched last year that said “The only thing in life you’ll ever need, is to love and to be loved in return.” How true. His birth made me so excited to find that special someone and to experience my own little miracle someday.
I can’t explain the unconditional love that his birth has brought. Birth is an inspiration. I will forever want him to look up to me and come to me for advice or a good joke. We can sing and dance, laugh together and cry together and we can get all messy when we finger paint He’s a beautiful little angel sent from above and I feel proud to be his aunt!
If you’d like to see the little angel I’m speaking of, you can find him on page 16 of the print edition. His name is Lukas Joseph.