Ailish Ann 

Growing up you don’t ever really think of your siblings as a parent one day. Their always the one who joins you at the, “eeews!” when you see your parents kissing. Or they are the one who keep your secrets. You can’t imagine them in charge of someone else or grounding for missing a curfew.


Until one day they give you a little sign with big bold letters that say A U N T. And at first you’re super confused and then BOOM it hits you.


Your big brother is going to be a dad.

Holy smokes. Are we really old enough for that?

Talk about instant tears of pure happiness. I couldn’t believe it. I was so incredibly excited and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, running around the house screaming, “I’m going to be an aunt!”

Flash forward to the baby shower, their maternity photos, the fact that I can’t go past a baby aisle without looking for a little outfit now. And then boom. The, “My water broke” text.

Again, holy smokes. It’s time.

I drove to the hospital and I was crying and praying, “Lord, keep Tevis safe. God surround her and Patrick and have your hands over those Doctors.” And He answered.

She was here. They were so proud. We couldn’t believe it, a G I R L!! Patrick and Tevis didn’t find the gender out till she was born.

She was beautiful. 

Ailish Ann Lambert. The purest form of beauty and the promise of God’s goodness.

I was an aunt. She was my niece.

My brother was so proud. His face beaming. She was only minutes old and she had him wrapped around her tiny little finger. And she consumed all our hearts.

To Patrick and Tevis, congratulations. I know she is 2 months old and half way to 13. Cherish every moment. You’re the best parents that little peanut could ever ask for.

I love you three.

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