I’m coming off the post-wedding high, and am STILL beaming with so much love. I’m not sure when I’ll do a wedding recap, one because all of our pictures aren’t ready, but also because I’m still too emotional I may sob all the way through it.
One topic I am ready to write about is my niece Dinah, and more specifically, a moment we shared a couple of months ago that has turned into one of my most cherished memories.
Even if you and I are simply acquaintances, you know about Dinah. Dinah is my brother Aaron and sister-in-law Domonique’s daughter. Dinah is almost 3 years old, her favorite color is pink, she loves goldfish crackers, unicorns, books, the beach, the mountains, RUNNING (the first day we go on a run together will be one of the best of my life), PJ Masks, etc.
Watching Dinah grow has been one of the greatest joys of my life. From holding her when she was newborn, to seeing her walk for the first time, to the first time she called me Boo Boo (my family nickname- she called me Brittny once, and I was shocked she knew my real name but I think/hope that was a one time thing.) It has been an overwhelming experience to see the world through her eyes. I love explaining and teaching her things, taking care of her, doing things for her, seeing her pure and innocent joy, etc. She is funny, smart, caring, and ambitious. I adore her spunky spirit, and how she often times just goes for it. I hope she never loses that spirit.
Over the Spring I made a lot of trips down to Southern California to plan our wedding, which meant I was able to spend a lot of time with Dinah and the rest of my family. A couple months ago I was there for some detail meetings, so I called Aaron to see if we could go together to pick her up from school. I met him at their house and we hopped in the car to go get her, and when we arrived at her school we walked out back to where the kids were playing. As soon as I spotted her (her back was turned to us), I said “Hey Dinahhh!” She whipped around, paused for a second, and then SPRINTED toward me and said “Boooo Boooo” in this long, dramatic way. It felt like slow motion, her running and screaming “Booo Booo!!!” She ran into my arms and I held her for a solid three minutes until we both recovered. She was shocked and yet so, so happy; the feeling was obviously mutual.
I don’t know if that was the first time she felt those emotions at the same time, but I do know it was overwhelming for both of us in the most amazing way possible. While I was holding her, I was also soothing her, because again I think she was overcome by the combination of emotions. Seeing the expression on her face, her running toward me, the way she said “Boo Boo,” and holding/soothing her for as long as I did make it one of the happiest moments of my life so far. It was a true moment of euphoria, and I was left glowing for weeks after.
While I know Dinah loves me, for obvious reasons it’s difficult to communicate sometimes with an almost-three-year-old. I constantly want to cuddle, kiss, hug, and play with her, and while 80% of the time she indulges me, she understandably has her own thing going on. What this moment solidified for me is that even at her young age, I am important to her. I mean something to her. I am loved by her. And I hope she always knows how much I cherish, adore, and love her. To put it simply, it was an outstanding moment of purpose. In a world that seems to be downright ugly at times, defining moments like these are what I hold on to, to keep me going, as a reminder that there is so much love in the world. I’m incredibly lucky to have many loving family and friends, but to know that you are loved so wholly and purely by even just one person, is what makes life worth living.
Dinah and me, a couple hours after our special moment
What is your favorite memory as of late? Do you have any moments of purpose with any of your family or friends?