The Middle, Gets Me~

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I took this picture and his caption from his myspace page

Ah, turning 26, I looked at him yesterday, and just could not believe it. My middle one, the one that is my godchild, he turned 26.

I remember when he was born, it was struggle for my SIL as the cord was not positioned right, but all went well. When my first was born he was a absolute beauty, perfect in every way, I was so excited as I was nineteen and could not wait to be a aunt. Then three years later, the middle one, not so cute, I remember saying to my SIL at the hospital, "Is he going to stay this way" of course she said "no" and appeased my question, as I was so nervous, my first ever godchild, I felt it such a honor, my nerves got the best of me. We laugh at it today, its a running joke, and of course I look at him now, and see all the beauty in the world, such a handsome young man, he is, and filled with the brightest of yellow.

He is the jokester of the family, he just has a way with words, his wit is so quick, at times I am stunned. When there is trouble among us, its he who I call, he who can take a situation and reason it out, so very calm he can be, so logical. When my anger arises towards my brother, it is he who tells me to "let it go" as its not worth harboring anger. He who should be angry as well, however is not. His sensibility is beyond his years.

New Years Eve, dad has no idea that a boogyeyed jokester has bobbling eyes

He the middle, the first and the third, are tied together with a bond. They look out for each other, they are a team, it is quite amazing to watch them together. This bond will take them far, and I truly believe it is a bond not to be broken.

When my parents were married 50yrs we had a grand party, and so many of my family stepped in to help, as I am alone, my brother lives for himself, so I had to do it, a party for 100 family and friends, not a easy task. It was he my middle one, that carried me thru, caught me when I stumbled, brought me higher than I ever thought I could be.

I had written a program for the event, and acknowledged all that helped, and to my middle one, I said "To Vincent: My night and shining armor, I thank You" I meant every world and still do.

He is the one I turn to, He is the one that gets me, He is the one that accepts me for all my faults, He is in the middle of my heart, the eldest to the right and youngest to left. And so my heart is filled, Love, and with every beat, the Love grows.

When Aunt Jo passed my father was by her coffin, one of the last to see her, as he stood there alone, I turned to my middle one and simply said "Vin" our eyes met and I pointed to my father, he walked over to my father put his hand on my fathers back, stood there a minute with him and then gently directed my father out of the room, still with his hand on his back, and walked him out to the awaiting limo. He never faltered. If in life you get lucky enough to look into someone eyes, and just know what one is thinking. You have made it, You have felt it, We have felt it. So very strong.

Proud I am of all three. Life with them is like following the yellow brick road, you just never know what your going to find along the journey. And I am so up to following the yellow brick road for as far as they can go.

They complete me~~ Life ~~