Surprise!

I jumped out from behind the door dramatically. My sister looked up from her phone conversation and her eyes widened. This is how my official Whirlwind Trip home began, and less than 48 hours later I was on the plane heading back to Spain. But for the moment, I was home. I latched on to Baby immediately, made sure that my sister turned on the Spanish lullaby CDs I brought with me, and watched in amazement as his tiny hand just barely grabbed my thumb. I talked with my sister for a long time about nothing in general, about baby stuff, about life. It was strange, though; with the new baby I feel like I've suddenly been made part of the older generation. We're not the kids anymore, we've become the adults who have the kids, and part of me doesn't know what to do with that responsibility. I looked down at the baby and began to whisper to him in Spanish.