I have a great niece. Yes, yes, yes I am a Great Aunt! And it doesn’t make me feel old and crickety, even though I am that. It makes me feel lucky and hopeful and delirious with joy.

Her poppa is Italian, her momma is my brother’s daughter. It seems the Irish parts may have had the upper genetic hand. Amazing, amazing and a little surreal to see the next generation starting to form. Welcome to the world, BPB, to our family and into the deepest caverns of our hearts.