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It has been a big day. This boy, the one with frizzy dark hair and eyes squeezed shut to the lights and squeals and little hands of a big brother, made his way into the world and to our family. 

Where there was one grandson, there are now three. E and I have talked about what we will teach him, how much we want to invite both cousins to Camp AtOurHouse, what it feels like to have a brother. These boys are the closest E has to a sibling, too many miles and hours away. FaceTime is our family reunion and how we will get to know this infant for the next few months. 

I have an empty ache, wishing we were there with my parents to say a first hello, holding out impatiently for every text and phoned in update. I want to kiss his fresh forehead, rub his soft hair against my cheek, whisper to him that I will take him to his first Selena Gomez concert, will buy him the most ridiculous gifts on his list, will always think he's a wonder. 

For now, we wait. Arms open, astounded in that way we always get around babies, that something so small can bring with him such boundless love before we've even met.

This little one doesn't have a name yet. My brother and sister-in-law say it is coming. In a few hours. Maybe tomorrow. The right name just hasn't stuck yet. So we will wait for that announcement, too.

Of course, E and I and everyone else in the family and who is within shot of the conversation that has been happening since the first trimester has shouted out an opinion - repeatedly - but now it's their turn to offer and his to receive. We are on standby, hands at the ready to update Facebook, to text back, to hold this newest boy.

Read here about Nephew #1's birth here. And here.