Wait for It

by Mariana Zapata

And in that way that Josh and I had—my oldest nephew, my first real love—we hugged each other, side to side, by the car. While Louie might be the sun, Josh was the moon and the stars. He was my gravity, my tide, my ride or die.

perfectly describes how I felt having a first nephew

I had loved him from the moment I laid eyes on him. Loved him from the moment I knew he was a spark of life, and I was going to love him every day of my life.

why does this truly summarize the feeling of seeing your first nephew

Real love was gritty. The real kind of love never quit. Someone who loved you would do what’s best for you; they’d stand up for you and sacrifice. Someone who loved you would face any inconvenience willingly. You didn’t know what love was until someone was willing to give up what they loved the most for you.

But it was also never letting them make that choice, either.

I was crazy in love with this motherfucker. I really, really was.

And I was a really, really lucky bitch.