I love little people

I took last Monday off at work to go to my parents’ and meet my stepsister and her little family. They have a daughter that just turned one and that girl is so freaking adorable I don’t even have accurate words to describe it. She is, along with my friends’ baby girl who’s being christened this weekend (yes, I am attending and yes, it’s in Sweden and yes, I wanted to cut down on Sweden-trips), the happiest baby I’ve ever met.

When I was younger I sadly thought I would never become an aunt because I have no siblings. In my family, “Auntie” is a honorary title and I’ve called my aunts with that prefix until I was a teenager. So the fact that my stepsister speaks of me as “Aunt Helen” to her little daughter is rather delightful. 

The little toddler has already learned to walk and dashes through the living room on her still wiggly feet, often falling down, but always immediately rising anew with her very own way of getting up: putting her weight on her tiny little hands, stretching her diapered derriere as high as possible as if performing a yoga exercise and then pushing her legs in place. She is also a very friendly child and after some hours around me she deemed me reliable enough to be carried by me. What impressed me as well was that, even though she obviously cannot talk yet, she seems to understand a lot. Even words like “Kindergartentasche”. (daycare bag) I mean who else learning German only for one year would be able to get that word?

I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us. ~Charles Dickens, The Old Curiosity Shop

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