So my lovely sister, Amy, loves babies. It was pretty much the highlight of her life when I had one and only lived five minutes away from her.
Yes, I can designate the highlights of Amy’s life. She won’t mind too much.
So I went and had a baby and all of a sudden Amy started dropping by our humble abode more often, and offering to babysit Ruby all the time. I discouraged none of these things. But Amy and Ruby hang out quite a bit, and it has gotten to the point that when Amy walks into the house, or into a room, Ruby’s little face just lights up. She waves her hands and feet in excitement and reaches for Amy to pick her up.
It’s pretty much the pinnacle of adorableness. You haven’t been loved until you’ve been loved by babies and children. Their love is just pure and unadulterated by all of the hesitations and things-I-don’t-like-about-yous that we as adults have mixed into our love.
Watching Amy and Ruby spend time together is really, really sweet. They both love each other, and you can see it in the way they interact, look deeply into each other’s eyes, and the way Ruby eats Amy’s jewelry (well, ok, she does that with all her jewelry-wearing friends).
This is one of the things that I am going to miss most about not living near Amy. Our time together is somewhat limited. We may very well leave Utah when Kyle graduates. But even if he gets a job here and we stick around, Amy has an increasingly shorter-term plan for getting out of Utah and moving thousands of miles away after the end of the 2013-2014 school year.
I’ve been thinking about this recently, and in many ways it makes me sad. Ruby will probably never remember this connection that she has with her aunt. Even her earliest memories will not include the specialness inherent in their relationship right now.
But there is nothing I can do about that. Neither I nor Amy can mold our lives around that relationship, and we must move on to the beats of our own lives. So I wanted to record here, at least, a memory that Ruby can someday read, so that she will know how much time she spent with Amy. How much she loved her, in a way that only a little baby can love somebody. And how much Amy loves her, in that unique way that only Amy can love babies.