Tear brimmed eyes

Yesterday was Sunday, family day. Not every Sunday, but at least every other Sunday, we go to a nearby town called Funes, where my sister in law and our nieces and nephew live. Traditionally every Sunday, Claudio's family, and most Argentine families, get together forming a lunch table of about 15-20 people. As time goes on, this tradition is being lost, however, yesterday there were 7 of us.

Though it is winter here, the sun was out and if felt more like a lovely spring day. So, taking advantage of the sun, Claudio took my first tummy pictures!

At two months, I am barely showing, In fact it looks a lot more like an exaggerated version of a beer belly only much firmer. I would like to also take this time to draw your attention to my manicured finger nails, for which I was awarded after having stopped the gnawing and chewing of my hands.

Around 2pm we finally all sat around the table for a very traditional meal, pot roast with raviolis and a red sauce. I, of course, gorged myself beyond what seemed humanly possible, and then some.

Then Agus arrived, the second to the oldest of my nieces. She came in, tired and smelling of bakery, after having worked from 6-2. She headed straight to her room. Without my noticing, Clara, my youngest niece, had excused herself from the table to follow her. A few minutes passed, and I continued grazing like the growing cow that I am, when suddenly Clara, handed me a package. She smiled and said, it is for BiaJu (her invented version of Bianca and Juan).

My first baby gift! Carefully I began opening the package, and instantly I was in tears. My first set of newborn clothes, a onsie, leggings, a little jacket, and booties, all out of the same fabric, with a note promising a beanie, blanket, and burp rag in the making. My nieces, who want to be declared as honorary aunts rather than cousins, had all pitched in to have these specially made out of a cream colored fabric with beige colored giraffes printed all over it, so it would be unisex and so it would all be matching.

I looked at Claudio through tear brimmed eyes, he too was crying. It was a moment to always be remembered.