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Five months.

Dear Hankie,

Oh, shoot. You’re about to turn six months old, in just two days. This letter is so late that it really can’t count as your five-months letter, especially since oh! my! goodness! So much has happened since the five-months mark! You are sitting up, you are starting to scoot, you are laughing all the time, you are crying when I leave the room — and you are wrapping your dad and me around your fat little fingers tighter and tighter every day.

But I’ll leave all of that for your six-months letter. I want to write to you tonight about something so terribly special that I can hardly think about it without tearing up: Hank, you have a cousin! Elliot Joseph Corvino was born a week and a half ago, and he is amazing. I haven’t met him yet, but he has already brightened my life, just by existing. Becoming a mom was amazing, and I knew it would be, but I don’t think I realized how wonderful it would be to become an aunt. I am humbled by how much love I feel for this little person I’ve never even met, let alone held and kissed. But most incredible is how special it feels to be a new parent along with my older brother and my sister-in-law. It has me reflecting on my relationships with both of them, and it reminds me of how blessed I have been over the years to have them in my life.

When I moved to New York for graduate school, I lived with your Uncle Nate and Aunt Elizabeth for almost six months. They had recently moved into a one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan, just months after they got married, but they without hesitation let me sleep on an air mattress in their living room from August through December while I found my footing in that big new city. Your dad will attest to the fact that I am not always the easiest person to live with, but I am so proud to say that over those months, I can only remember one fight that I had with your uncle — something about how to wash the dishes properly. It was silly. We were tired. I’d been living in his living room for months.

We were such good friends, your uncle, your aunt and I. We are still such good friends, but our friendship was especially rich those few years together in New York. I had yearned for a sister my whole life, and now I finally had one! I was thrilled. And several years after we had left home, my older brother and I were reunited — now as friends in addition to siblings. It has been such a blessing to pass that threshold from siblinghood to friendship with all three of my brothers over the years since we’ve left our parents’ house.

At one point, Nathan and I worked a few blocks from each other, and we would meet for lunch. I would teach him new words in Spanish, and he was so tickled to practice them with me. We would meet up spontaneously after work for drinks, whenever we felt like it. He was the first person in my family to meet your dad, who was so nervous, but Nate was nothing but kind and welcoming. There was a TV show on at the time called “Heroes,” which we both watched, and in one episode a character arrived in New York City for the first time. He stood, legs apart, arms in the air, and shouted, “Hello, New York!” Your Uncle Nate and I would re-enact this scene with each other whenever we’d meet up. We were that happy to see each other, even if we’d just seen each other a few days before.

We’ll never have that again — the opportunity to see each other often and whenever we want. Perhaps we will never live in the same place again. But now we share something else even more special, as we raise our sons together. Last night, you woke up at 1 a.m., and while I fed you, I texted with Nate, who was up with Elliot, about introducing a pacifier and nipple confusion. It is very well my favorite moment of our friendship yet.

I can’t wait to watch your uncle grow as a father, and I can’t wait to watch you and your cousin Elliot grow up together. I hope you two are as good of friends as Nathan and I are!

I love you so, so much, Hank.




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