There are moments in life that you know your world is instantly changing for the better. A new job. A new city. A new relationship, or a vacation to an ancient city or another desirable locale.
I had one of those moments this past week. My brother and sister-in-law had their first child, a girl named Natalie. So precious and beautiful. My pride in them becoming parents is beyond my words.
Welcome to the Parents Club, you guys! I'm equally happy for my daughter, Perla. She has waited 11 tiresome years to have a first first-cousin.
Perla was instantly a motherly figure, and the camaraderie between the two sprats was apparent from Day 1. And I cried a little when I saw Natalie hold Perla's finger.
When I met Natalie for the first time, I made sure I let her know that I would be taking the role of the crazy, wild and fun uncle. Uncle. I'm an uncle. Uncle Adam. It sounds a little weird, but also a little awesome.
Also, I'm not sure Natalie understood what I told her, considering she was only 26 hours old. That means I will have to spend the next several years repeating myself. Which means I will fit the part of Crazy Uncle pretty well a decade from now.
I am a person who, for the most part, loves to laugh and be happy. I laugh at practically all puns and dad jokes. It's just who I am. I'm a pop-culture enthusiast who can meme and gif on levels rarely seen in the free world, or even the underworld.
So, when I found out I would be an uncle for the first time, my mind went right to "Boy Meets World" and my favorite character, Eric "Playswith Squirrels" Matthews. In a later season, Eric finds out he is an uncle and confusingly responds, "I have a niche?"
"Niche? Niece," Mr. Feeny corrects his former student and neighbor.
"Niece?" Eric gestures with his hand that Mr. Feeny has drank too much alcohol.
So, I have a niece. Or a niche. I don't know which is which anymore. But I don't care, because life is pretty good at the moment.
Follow-ups: My Sudski shower beer-holder works like a charm. Also, my elbow tendinitis that plagued me since the beginning of the summer has started to teeter away. So, thank you to everyone that sent kind words, prayers, gift baskets of cheese and horseradish and the Google Home device. It was an interesting gift choice, but I'll accept it. Enjoy your Thanksgiving, fellow patriots.
- Adam Krebs is a reporter for the Monroe Times and can be reached at akrebs@themonroetimes.net.
I had one of those moments this past week. My brother and sister-in-law had their first child, a girl named Natalie. So precious and beautiful. My pride in them becoming parents is beyond my words.
Welcome to the Parents Club, you guys! I'm equally happy for my daughter, Perla. She has waited 11 tiresome years to have a first first-cousin.
Perla was instantly a motherly figure, and the camaraderie between the two sprats was apparent from Day 1. And I cried a little when I saw Natalie hold Perla's finger.
When I met Natalie for the first time, I made sure I let her know that I would be taking the role of the crazy, wild and fun uncle. Uncle. I'm an uncle. Uncle Adam. It sounds a little weird, but also a little awesome.
Also, I'm not sure Natalie understood what I told her, considering she was only 26 hours old. That means I will have to spend the next several years repeating myself. Which means I will fit the part of Crazy Uncle pretty well a decade from now.
I am a person who, for the most part, loves to laugh and be happy. I laugh at practically all puns and dad jokes. It's just who I am. I'm a pop-culture enthusiast who can meme and gif on levels rarely seen in the free world, or even the underworld.
So, when I found out I would be an uncle for the first time, my mind went right to "Boy Meets World" and my favorite character, Eric "Playswith Squirrels" Matthews. In a later season, Eric finds out he is an uncle and confusingly responds, "I have a niche?"
"Niche? Niece," Mr. Feeny corrects his former student and neighbor.
"Niece?" Eric gestures with his hand that Mr. Feeny has drank too much alcohol.
So, I have a niece. Or a niche. I don't know which is which anymore. But I don't care, because life is pretty good at the moment.
Follow-ups: My Sudski shower beer-holder works like a charm. Also, my elbow tendinitis that plagued me since the beginning of the summer has started to teeter away. So, thank you to everyone that sent kind words, prayers, gift baskets of cheese and horseradish and the Google Home device. It was an interesting gift choice, but I'll accept it. Enjoy your Thanksgiving, fellow patriots.
- Adam Krebs is a reporter for the Monroe Times and can be reached at akrebs@themonroetimes.net.
