I think I'm passive-depressive.

Today my oldest nephew turns 9. I think I'm still in a state of shock. I remember teaching myself some Spanish lullabies to be able to sing to him, but the only one that really stuck (and I have now sang to ALL five of them) is Elefantes. On the day he was born, it was the first day of a new semester where I was a TA for the "Magic, Witchcraft, and Religion" (aka 'Intro to Anthropology of Religion') class. It was the first day I met my students and I remember the only down side to it was that I couldn't be in the hospital with my family waiting for this little guy to meet us.

( Wherein I wax nostalgia. )

Now that he's nine, he's much more quiet. VERY shy (much like I was as a child). Still, he makes me smile. He makes me happy just knowing he's around and there's nothing like his laugh.

I doubt he'll ever see this, but I just had to write a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my eldest nephew. My Diego.