Turn on the Light… or Loveletter to my gorgeous nephew

I’ve not had the experience of being a natural parent in my life. I never had kids of my own. I’m a bonus parent to Sarah’s kids, which is hard sometimes, yet also amazing and worth it…but they don’t see me that way. They don’t look to me for advice or help. My nephew does, though. And being his uncle has been one of the greatest joys of my life. I can almost imagine what a parent must feel when I see him scanning a room looking for me. So when we got to spend a whole day together on my last trip home, I was thrilled to have unscheduled time with him. Time like that always feels magic. Where the silences, the meandering conversations and the most mundane errands touch into little alcoves of unexplored life neither of us have spoken about or even thought about with anyone else. The thoughts thinking themselves into existence as we hungrily chew on them to learn what really matters to each of us and marvel at what makes us tick.

During that extended hang he told me a story. Something he’d never told me before.

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