You have been blessed once again, by the birth of your newest bestie, a little named T2. He arrived Friday night, and we couldn't wait to meet him! You've been enamored with T2's big brother for awhile now, and look, here's a miniature version of him for you to snack on. Just kidding. We don't eat our friends. We love our friends.
You're a lucky little girl. You belong to a very special circle of littles. You know all your aunties? The ladies your Mama grew up with, of whom your Fairy Godmother is a member? Well, you, Big T, T2, and AJ are the second generation of that group. You're our future. We are family.
I can't wait until you all build sandcastles together and eat way too many s'mores before bedtime; until you leave all your dripping wet mittens in my entryway; until you tattle on each other and push each other and come back to each other, whispering and hugging each other's necks at goodbye time.
I can't wait until you chant, This is the blood of our people, the wolf people, the alligator people, and the moon women from which we gain our strength to rule all worlds just like the littles do in the Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Only your chant and your group will be a peoplehood. Welcome to your peoplehood, lil' dude.