I returned to the office, and had a brief meetings with clients. I had negotiated a settlement on their behalf, and the clients were not happy with the result. It was one of my first opportunities to manage clients' unrealistic expectations on a difficult lawsuit against a corrupt police squad. Many years later, that police squad was the subject of much media attention, and I was contacted by a reporter. Of course, I declined to comment as lawsuits and media attention are rarely a good fit. But I digress.
I can't quite remember if I got the call before or after my meeting, but I received several messages from different family members telling me about the arrival of my niece. I couldn't wait to meet her, and dashed out of the office to go to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, my mom was holding a beautiful pink bundle. She handed the bundle to me. My eyes filled with tears and I was overwhelmed with love and joy as I looked down at the sleeping little girl. My mom cried too. She was overjoyed to become a grandmother and I was equally overjoyed to become an aunt.
I love being Auntie Marlo, and I especially love hearing my niece and nephew address me as such. I am Marlo to everyone in the world, but Auntie Marlo to only three special little people. And those little people mean to the world to me.
Happy birthday M. I love you more than words can express.