I don't even know you, and I love you. the tiny little stranger that you are, I will come to know you. And, once I hold you, I will never let you go.

You know, it's funny. I always knew that with three older brothers one of them was bound to get married and have children. And now, just as I turned twenty, just as I finished freshman year, just as my life seems to be ushering me forward with no hope of going back, a whole new life has become, and I look back anyway to the childhood of mine and my brothers that seemed like just a few nights ago, like the nights when we stayed up playing with Transformers.

But now, now everything has changed, and I hear you are a heavy sleeper. Well, during the day. I wonder if that means you will always be a night owl. I wonder just who you will be. We know you like rock and roll, just like your mom and dad, just like your uncles and your aunt. But, I wonder if you will like strange humor like us, or stories of Hobbits and dwarfs and wizards in gray and white. I wonder if you will come up with funny little songs like your dad and eldest uncle did, or if you will be as quiet as a mouse.

I don't know, but I can't wait to find out. Look forward to our talks, our singing, our adventures and our reading, our lessons of life and our silent moments just staring at the sky or the trees or the ocean. We must get the most out of this life, and I will help in any way I can to squeeze out every last drop for you.

It is all so strange, life at all, but here you are, my dear Iris, I am so happy that you are here.

AND, remember, your aunt loves you!