It was hard to get out of bed this morning after enjoying a long and relaxing 10-day vacation from the office. There were no stories to write, no pages to proof, no meetings to cover.
In other words, I had 10 blissful days (seven newspaper editions) to retrieve my newspaper from the front door and be surprised by what was in it. I was an ordinary newspaper subscriber for a change, and it felt … strange.
On the other hand, it felt wonderful to get â€œaway from it all,â€ and my vacation was anything but boring.
For starters, I became a Great Aunt on the very first day of my vacation (Aug. 28). Little Kiera Rose Buntjer was born just after 10 a.m. that Saturday morning, and I was at the hospital within hours to see the sleeping beauty and mother Crystal. We marveled at Kieraâ€™s long locks and debated who had more hair at birth – my niece Jessie or great-niece Kiera. (Niece Jessie was deemed the winner by a hair – pun intended!)
Naturally, the arrival meant a shopping spree for all things pink, which nieces Jessie and Katie gladly helped me with. The sisters are frankly a rarity in the Buntjer-Kohls family tree. It seems every family is blessed with multitudes of boys and one girl each. For some reason, Randyâ€™s family is the exception with two girls.
In my generation, I have six male and two female cousins on the Buntjer side and six male and one female cousin on the Kohls side (my Uncle Orv didnâ€™t get a daughter). Then, there are the three brothers I had to put up with! Uff da.
So, as you can imagine, shopping for pink is a delight.
Thanks to the social media network Facebook, I was able to share the news of Kieraâ€™s arrival with friends of mine from across the country. Commented a former college instructor and mentor of mine: â€œYouâ€™re not old enough to be a Great Aunt.â€ She then said something about a Great Aunt being on the same generational level as Grandmother.
Ah, yes. And therein lies the joy of being a Great Aunt … teasing my oldest brother Kevin about being a Grandpa. In a few more months, Iâ€™ll get to do it all over again with my next oldest brother, Randy.
So goes the circle of life.