FLYING HIGH…

9.3.12

You have all probably noticed by now that I am quite possibly the biggest procrastinator on the planet. In all honesty, it’s almost 6pm and I just got a shower, why you ask? Well, first it was the “Long Island Medium” marathon that greeted me when I awoke this morning, who could walk away from that… Then after lunch I was captured again by the “Rizzoli & Isles” marathon, clearly the programmers in TV land know how to render me useless for an entire day! If I didn’t have a TV in my house lord only knows what I would accomplish, it is my worst and favorite time stealing nemesis, aside from sleep of course, I love sleep too. None of this matters though because this blog is not about my ability to push the inevitable to the side for as long as possible. See, I’m doing it now, procrastinating about writing a blog within a blog… It’s a problem, clearly I need help, is there even such a thing as “procrastinators anonymous”? Moving right along to what was probably one of the best days of my life…

June 25, 2004 is a day that changed my life forever, it is the day that I became “Auntie Amanda”. I watched this little creature come into the world and he captured my heart immediately, he was my baby then, and 8 years later he’s still my baby now. He told me once that when he turned 7 he wasn’t going to sit in my lap anymore because he wasn’t a baby, he’s 8 now and he still gladly grants the wishes of his old auntie, I suspect it’s because he secretly knows I really do love him to the moon and back. He is the oldest of four boys, and even at 8 years old that carries a lot of weight, it also carries with it a lot of special treatment from his auntie. Judge me if you want, I really don’t care, sometimes a kid just needs a little extra TLC and I’m glad to supply it. Every year on his birthday I try to take him to do something special, just me and him, a little reprieve from life in a big family. This year his special birthday time included a flying lesson, yes, I said a flying lesson. I am that crazy aunt who tries to expose him to every possible facet of life that he otherwise might miss out on, in his lifetime he’s experienced dinosaur shows, and Disney World, the symphony, and baseball games, innumerable sleepovers discussing what he wants to be when he grows up and places he would like to travel, and now an airplane ride. I do it because I love him, I do it because I want him to have great childhood memories, but most of all I do it because I want him to know that amazing things are possible. I want him to grow into an adult who knows that he is capable of doing things that a lot of people probably think he couldn’t possibly achieve. I want him to know that if he wants to fly a plane he darn well can, I want him to know that if he wants to conduct an orchestra or play major league baseball it is possible if he works hard enough, I want him to believe in the magic of dinosaurs and Mickey Mouse’s house and to never forget that there is someone in his corner just waiting to see who he will become…

Thank you Chandler for making me an auntie 8 years ago and bringing sunshine to my darkest days. Thank you to your mommy for letting me share in the joy of your life. I hope you’ll always remember the day you went “flying high” over Newnan and please don’t ever forget how much I love you, always and forever, to the moon and back. Happy Birthday my sweet boy! Just a few months late

 

 

Yes, the answer is yes, he’s the coolest kid ever! No, I’m not partial at all