We held a “gender reveal” something my Aunt Boo said no one did before and yet, she said “Come on!” and we all got together in the place of our “get togethers”.
A white tree, sweetly decorated, we counted down from 10 and the lights were plugged in, sparkling pink.
“It’s a girl!”
The addition of a baby, hope opening its arms wide, wide, wider.
We gathered all the family and friends. Festive lights, food, little messages all around. The cousin number would be increasing.
A baby changes the shape of a room.
My brother about to be grandpa, I told him so, your life is about to change forever.
And I couldn’t say because I knew; but, I could because I saw.
My older brother, I met his grandson, finally.
Sweet baby boy, pouting at first then was content as I held him; I had the hip sway down pat; my body surely imprinted from the days my children were tiny.
Little bright eyed baby in my arms, observing a room filled with strangers to him and his grandpa comes up next to us.
He speaks. The baby smiles and slightly jumps with excitement.
“Oh, he loves you.” I say and my brother says, “oh, yeah me and him, we’re tight.”
A baby changes everything.
Writing prompt: “Different”