To my beautiful niece, Isabel Ann:
A year ago (almost…Sunday!), when you were born, I wrote you a letter. About how I would love you and cherish you and spend time with you and be the best auntie I could ever be.
And a year later? I don’t think I realized how much I could love you as much as I do. How much I look forward to our visits, and how much I love to kiss your cheek, play with you and spoil you rotten. And I don’t think I realized how much you would be the tie that unites us. Our family. Our sisterhood (with your mom, of course!). And how much you’d help me grow as a woman…because you’ve made me realize that I would love to be a mom one day. Just like my sister is…and if I can be even half the mom she is one day, I call that success, because your mom, well, she’s pretty incredible.
In this next year, my beautiful niece? I can’t wait to see you walk, run, and even learn to ride a bike. I can’t wait for you to say my name (however massacred it comes out at first!), and laugh, and joke, and grow that little personality of yours. I can’t wait for you to say ‘I love you’ and hug and cuddle and yes, even temper tantrum. I can’t wait to paint your little fingernails and go for a walk to get ice cream, or apple picking, or strawberry picking, or swimming in the lake next summer.
On Sunday, one year later, I can’t wait to see you. And our family. And celebrate ‘what a difference a year makes.’
I love you Isabel, now and always.
Cheers to that friends, I feel blessed. I feel happy. I feel content. I cannot wait to celebrate the beauty of a year into the life of my niece, carrying on the name and spirit of my beautiful Nonna, and the light that will carry her on forever.