When my sister was pregnant with my nephew Adam, I remember thinking, “I’m glad I got to be Isabella’s godmother because she’s obviously cooler than this new kid is going to be.”
When my brother and sister-in-law told me they were expecting Nolan, I thought something similar. Well, this new kid can’t possibly be as much fun as Isabella and Adam.
Turns out I was wrong. Twice.
Isabella is awesome. When she was two or three, she made up a little song that went something like this, “I love Candace. I love Candace. I love Candace the really really most.”
When she was about 18 months, she played a little game called “where go?” In which she would open a drawer, toss her teddy bear inside and then ask us, “where go?” If we didn’t respond right away, she’d try again, “Where go bear?” We’d all put our confused faces on until she opened the drawer and produced the bear. “Oh! There’s your bear. You found it. Good job!” She’d beam. And repeat.
Isabella is very grown up. She speaks well. She’s polite and asks how I’m doing when she calls me, but she still acts like a little kid.
Adam is my cutie muffin. Just recently, Kelly bought mini muffins and Adam asked me for a “cutie muffin.” Yes, you may have a cutie muffin. And a new nickname. But Adam really stole my heart after I visited once. My sister reported that Adam kept asking where Candace went. He told her they needed to drive to New York to see me. Another time, we were at a family gathering and he asked my aunt Sharon to help him find “my Can-nis.” He might have wanted me because I had given him an M&M, but I’m happy to buy “my Adam’s” love with chocolate, if that’s what it takes.
He also sang me “You Are My Sunshine” once. But he doesn’t like it when I call him Sunshine. “Nooo! I not your sunshine. Bella is!”
Almost a year ago, Nolan came along. We mainly have a Skype relationship. Man, is that kid ever cute. He didn’t care so much for me when I visited him in July, but I got to video chat with him on Sunday. He made my ice-cold heart melt when he was chilling on my brother’s lap, drinking his bottle. He was kind of milk drunk, but he kept his eye on me on the laptop screen and waved at me with one chubby little hand while the other gripped his bottle. And he sticks his tongue out. That’s some cute stuff right there.
It’s true what they say, with each new love, your heart just grows a little bigger. There’s no finite amount that has to be divided.