Don't get too used to this powder-puff stuff folks. The depressing stuff will return I promise you that. I need to post that stuff to get it out of my system!
Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
Ramiro is 2 days old when I bring Otilio to meet his little brother and see his mother. He's all excited. "I have a dil brudda? That means I'm a big brudda!" When we arrive at Debbie's room, she was feeding Ramiro formula and cradling him. Even though we tried to prepare him, Tito got this confused look on his face, tilted his head to the side, and arched his eyebrow Mr. Spock style. I could read his thoughts: Why is Mami holding that baby? I'M the baby!
Oh, my sweet Debbie loved being a mommy. She was so content holding her children. (I'm weeping as I write this.) She looked like the Madonna holding the Christ child. She was actually glowing. She said,
"Hi, Tito! Say hello to your little brother."
"Dil brudda?" (Remember, the kid's only two.)
"Yeah! His name is Ramiro."
"Miro?"
We both chuckle. Tito gave his little brother a nickname.
"Miro my dil brudda?"
"Yes, Miro is your little brother!"
Debbie puts the now rechristened Miro back in that little glass bassinet the hospital provides, and places the empty bottle of formula on the table. Tito is sitting on the bed, while she and I go sit on the couch near the window to talk. As we're talking, we stop and watch as Tito stands up, does the Mr. Spock eyebrow thing and looks closely at his brother. We wonder what he's going to do. Suddenly, Tito picks up the empty bottle of formula, and tries to feed Miro! We are both brought to tears. Tito knows Miro is his "dil brudda", and that he has to take care of him. Those two have been inseperable ever since. And they always watch each other's back.
And I will always see my Angel cradling her newborn child; Tito or Miro, it's interchangeable. And she looked sooo content. And I have to stop now. Crying too much.
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