Saturday, February 14, 2009

Someone Newer Than Me

Today, I got the opportunity to hang out with my little cousin Ellianna from Ohio. She's also here in New York to visit Grandpa.

Anyways, that was the first time I could say that: my little cousin.

She was born a month after me.

And she's tiny. Really tiny. Then again, I'm a big boy.

Still, it feels good not to be the lowest Indian on the changing table.

We got to hang out on the floor, right next to each other. I rolled over just to watch her. She's like how I was last month, so by watching her, I got to see the big strides I've made. Anyways, I don't know if she senses that things aren't all right around here, so whenever she cried, I just reached over and touched her hand with mine. That's my way of letting her know that I got her back.

That's my cuz. That's why.

1 comment:

Nancy said...

Stephen, This is the best...I will cherish this forever and certainly show Ellianna when she's older.