If I were there, I would have hugged you, reminded you of how little you once were. How I remember the day you were born and how I stood on my tip toes to peek at your ruddy shrunken face and tiny burrito wrapped body through the glass. I’d play up how weird looking you were, just for kicks, if I were there.
If I were there, I’d have cried on you in the midst of an embrace instead of in the parking lot of Home Depot. I wouldn’t apologize for getting teary slobber on your shirt. We would be too wrapped up in the moment, anyhow. I would have held your hand, shaken your shoulders, and squeezed your arm repeatedly until it hurt in utter astonishment of the miracle. It wouldn’t hurt you though, you’d be too entranced in the bliss of the moment to feel the pain of my abusive grip. My elevating scream would have been heard and rang throughout the hospital corridor, Ooooohhh myyyyy… Aaaaaahhhhh!! instead of ringing in Michael’s ears, filling the front seat of my car.
If I were there, I would have watched you gaze down and whisper your first hellos. I would watch as your eyes well up in disbelief. You would be able to see ours well up along with you. If I were there, I would get you a tissue, because that’s the kind of thoughtful, considerate sister I am. I bear gifts of tissue. I would also bear gifts of flowers and present them to your beautiful wife, whom I am so thankful for and blessed to call my sister-in-law, feeling the superfluous excess of the, “in-law,” label an annoyance. I would tell Shone Loc that I love her and I would offer to rub her swollen Hobbit feet, just as Peg did for me. If I were there, I would get to witness Shone’s uncomfortable, but polite decline to this offer.
If I were there, I’d get to hold little Kieran Adanedi Blake, my nephew, and be able to whisper, Happy Birthday. I would marvel at the wonder of his ten tiny toes, delicate fingernails, the curves of his pouted lips. I would comment on his handsome, dark hair, and wait patiently for him to open his eyes so he can view the blurred vision of his proud aunt, whom will undoubtedly become his favorite. I would tell the other aunts that I was kidding about that, and we could all share the title, if I were there.
I’d tell you how happy I am for ya’ ll. I would tell you I know you will remember this day for the rest of your lives. I would assure you that we all will too, even though we were not there.
We are here, separated 2,158 miles, but I would high five and hug you, tell you all I love you, if I were there.