|Anwell, in the arms of his loving grandma.|
After two long hard days of labor, my little sister brought the most beautiful tiny dark haired boy into the world. (Well, not so tiny by newborn standards at 8 pounds 4 ounces and 21 inches long!) My nephew, Anwell Jackson. Anwell is a Welsh name, meaning "beloved, desired, wanted, longed for" the name fits him more perfectly than I can attempt to describe.
Seeing my little sister courageously endure a most incredibly strenuous and exhausting labor, walking into that hospital room moments after her little boy was placed in her arms, is an image I will hold forever in my mind and heart. Even now, I find it hard to fight back the tears as I ponder on the magnitude of her determination to bring her son into the world. I am so proud of her. Seeing that look of peace, joy and pride in her sweet face as I walked in the door-laced with that little smirk of hers, that subtle curve of the lip that boasts "Look what I did!" Just overwhelms me with the most indescribable love and pride. That remarkable woman, is my beloved sister.
And that bundle of heavenly perfection swaddled up in her arms, is MY nephew. "My nephew", the words dance around in my head like a happy song. I am an aunt! The more I cast my eyes upon the riches God has poured into my life, the more I see that life is extraordinary! I have a treasure trove of golden moments that daily grow into the greatest fortune I could ever hope to posses.
Ten little fingers
Ten little toes
Two bright eyes
One tiny nose
You are the treasure
We all long to hold
You are pure sunshine,
Happy birthday beloved Anwell!