I had the privilege of watching two people fall in love tonight, Gabriel (formally known, by me, as "
Bumbers") and his Uncle Scott. The latter was all hemming and hawing over whether or not to hold the baby, what if he's fussy, he doesn't seem to like me. "Just hold him, " I said, "It'll do your heart a world of good." And a few minutes later, he did.
Never have I seen such immediate and unabashed love between two people. Soon they were speaking their own language and having quite the spirited conversation. Might I mention that
Bumbers is a mere two months old and does not speak, has no
vocabulary that I know of, and his sounds are basically just squeaks and squawks while waiting for food or filling his diaper (no offense,
Bumbers' mom). But with Uncle Scott, a star was born. Fully formed baby sentences (well timed squeaks with inflection, inspiration, and conversation) burbled forth. Uncle Scott seemed to know just what he was talking about. They went back and forth like this, telling each other all kinds of guy secrets, for about twenty minutes.
During which time, they stared intently into each other's faces, mesmerized.

There were jokes.

Animated stories.

"Oh, wait 'til you hear what she said next!"

And total, absolute admiration.

It was
quite lovely to behold. Uncle Scott's dinner got cold while this transpired. And Mom (formerly known as "Laurel") had a whole dinner, hot, from start to finish. And went back for seconds. And
then wandered around the living room a bit, not sure what to do with herself and her
newfound mere moments of not being
ON CALL 24-7.
And then, as quickly as it began, it was gone.
Bumbers caught a glimpse of Mom. Then realized, "Hey, I haven't eaten in at least a half hour!" The back arched. The howl erupted. And the moment passed.
But oh, was it a sight to see. I imagine Uncle Scott and Bumbers have a long and beautiful relationship ahead of them. I am thinking two weeks every summer at Snyder Camp for sure. Surfing, hiking, how to walk the dog or roll a sleeping bag or make a campfire, arts and crafts, quiet time, floating in the swimming pool....oh the possibilities.
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Aunty Ally (awed observer, with a little mist in the eyes, ahem)