How to hold a life.

Say hello to Travis.

And say hello to cool Aunt Krisi.

My brother is a father.

I remember scenes from Hook and Father of the Bride II when the Dad holds his son for the first time.

What beauty and absolute joy. 

I have held babies, I have snuggled and kissed them. 

But Bryce and Travis are my little nephews. The First.

Lots and lots of blonde hair, deep blue eyes and itsy bitsy red bodies.

Five pounds, four ounces. Five pounds, eight ounces. 

Bryce Daniel and Travis Avery.

The birth of two little lives has astounded me. My connection to Nicks wife Stephanie and been tightened and sealed with a new level of sisterhood. I am an employee, a friend, a sister, a daughter, a niece, a cousin, an aunt. 

THE OAK by Lord Tennyson

Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;

Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.

All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength.