So Close Yet so Far

First of all, I never thought that I would have a child in Las Vegas A.K.A. “Sin City”. But it happened. My husband and I carefully planned it, we intensely dreamt about it, continuously talked about it, and we very much anxiously expected it. However, I never really thought about the aftermath after having a child.

Her birth came with hundreds of beautiful and needed presents, colorful flowers, fluffy teddy bears, extremely thoughtful congratulations cards, huge boxes of adorable baby clothes and toys, a pile of costly hospital bills, and a million text messages a day. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

I wake up every morning (not particularly with the smell of coffee), but with a constant chirp and vibration coming from my IPhone. If you didn’t know me, you would assume that something tragic has happened and that a quick reply was needed.
Of course there’s no tragedy. It’s actually all of my family members asking for their daily baby dose of cute pictures and funny videos.

This constant “keeping in touch” with our family has become our lifestyle. It’s become such an essential part of our daily and mundane routine that it makes me miss them even more. I feel like they’re here. Right next to me. I keep them in the loop about everything. Every milestone my daughter accomplishes, every smirk, gesture, or laughter she makes. But even though it feels and seems like they’re so close, they’re still so far away.

Having my daughter has made me realize how important family is. Family is my #1 priority. I love their daily text messages, their advise, their opinions, their comments, the crazy thoughts, the random memories, and their jokes. It sure keeps me alive and looking forward to meeting again.

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