Two weeks after our ill-fated move to Wisconsin last summer, my nephew Rory was born. September 9th, 2016. And of course, I was too far away to meet him in person, and too broke to travel back for a visit so soon. When I did manage to visit San Antonio back in Feb/March, my sister – who lives in Dallas – couldn’t coordinate a time when she could make the drive down to see me, not with two kids and in the busiest part of her work schedule. (I had no car during that visit, so couldn’t go see her, either.) So I made plans to come down to San Antonio again in September, to meet Rory around the time that he turned one.
Fast forward a crazy summer that involved us moving back home much sooner than anticipated, and suddenly I was only a four-to-five-hour drive away from my sister and nephews. Invitations to his birthday party came out, and I hitched a ride to Dallas with my dad, brother, and half-sister.
Rory is a very laid back baby. He smiles a lot, especially if you shake your head no at him so that he can copy you. Once the two of us established that particular game, he would immediately start shaking his head every time he saw me. It was adorable. That’s what we were doing in the pictures above. Below is a set of smiling photos from the party, including one full of cake!
When my family originally moved down to Texas in 2005, it was because I had a half-sister who was only two years old at the time, and all my cousins were having kids. I grew up very close to my extended family, around siblings and cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents all the time. I wanted my kids to have the same experience, and I wanted to be part of the lives of my baby sister and my cousins’ kids and eventually my siblings’ kids. That’s one of the big reasons that moving away felt so wrong – being unable to meet my nephew for an entire year just isn’t okay with me! It feels good to be back on the right track again.