Family has always been so important to me. I think it comes from the fact that I immigrated to the US at a young age with just my parents and my brother. We didn’t have any extended family. It was just the three of us all the time. Birthday, holidays, vacations. I always envied my friends who had grandparents and aunts and uncles and most importantly cousins to play with.
Whatever the reason, family has always been important. Since I only had the three, I always wanted to marry into a big family. May be that’s why I was so attracted to Italians. Not to stereotype, but they tend to have big close-knit families. (The attraction has absolutely nothing to do with my pasta addiction. No siree bob.) My very first crush at the tender age of 9 was to an Italian boy. My husband is half-Italian.
As I’ve already mentioned, it was so nice seeing my brother-in-law’s family over the weekend. It was nice to see the next generation together with Papa.
I’m so glad my sister-in-law had another kid. I’m so in love with Lulu.
I love Deke, too. But Lulu came after Soso, when my heart was open in a whole new way to loving babies. After I became a mother, I realized that in many ways, I failed as an aunt to Deke.
Thanks Zizi A for giving me another chance by having another baby. Thanks for being such a great aunt and godmother to mine.