Personal Narrative: Sweet Baby James Michael Marshall

Sweet Baby James The first day I met my nephew, my life was forever changed. James Michael Marshall was born June 22, 2015 at Royal Oak Beaumont. My sister Christina gave birth to James when she was thirty and I was fifteen, she was fifteen when I was born so I’m right in the middle of them. James’ dad, Nate, my brother-in-law, has been in my life since I was a mere five years old. He is just as much of a bother to me as my other three. I have six siblings plus Nate so there is seven of us. I have three way older half-siblings and two older full siblings. Growing up having some of my siblings being significantly older than me has been one of the biggest blessings in my life. They show me what truly matters in life and I strive to be more like …show more content…
As were driving into the property I skim my eyes over the windows, imagining that inside one of those rooms is my new nephew. We park the car and start walking toward the building. Closer. I am practically skipping there and keep telling my brothers to pick up the pace. We go to the elevator and take it to the fifth floor. Closer. We go down a couple sets of hallways and round corners. We finally get to the right hallway. Almost there. Finally we arrive to my sister’s room. As we enter I run straight to the little clear box with the baby inside. Finally. I peer over the edge and inside is a tiny, precious little baby. My …show more content…
It was hard to really see the rest of the room because it was filled with presents of congratulations. Blue balloons, little plush stuffed animals, bouquets of flowers, countless cards, and tons of food and desserts covered most of the surface of the room. Of course when we got into the room instead of going to see their new nephew my brothers head right for the brownies and the chocolate covered strawberries. Boys will be boys. I can’t stop looking at my new little friend. I immediately ask to hold him but am afraid to pick him up myself because I am scared I might break him. Christina picks him up, leads me to a chair nearby, props up my elbow, and then places little Jamsey into my arms. I am immediately overcome with a sense of warmth and total happiness. I was holding a new life. Someone who has a clean slate. Someone who wasn’t even born 24 hours before. And I get to help shape who he is. I get to see this little baby grow up. I am holding so much potential in my hands. James is fast asleep in my arms. I open up his soft, white blanket to count his ten fingers and toes. He looks like his mom. He has more of an olive complexion like her. He pouts out his upper lip like she does when she is asleep. His skin is smooth and soft. It feels like the palm of your hand only 100 times softer. The top of his head is a little flakey. He has a pretty thick head of hair for a