On Sunday, September 12, 2010 I woke up so excited because my parents were flying in from New York. Normally my parents fly in the mornings but for some reason they were not flying into Florida until that evening which made me even more anxious.
My best friend Ashley and I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner and patiently awaited the arrival of my parents. Around 6p.m. my grandmother who lives in New York called me and warned me that my parents where at my gate. Soon after the door open and my parents walked in to greet my four-day-old baby awake and laying in her play pin. My mom ran in the shower and when she returned she held Aniyah for the first time. The look on her face was priceless, I guess holding your grandchild for the first time gives you the same joy as holding your own child for the first time. I dad was a little nervous about holding her because according to him she was to small. He held her for about a minute and quickly gave her to me.
That night we slept in my room and once again I put Aniyah in the bed with me, she was so small and I did not feel comfortable putting her in her crib yet. After days of waiting, I was so happy that Aniyah met her grandparents, next uncle joey and daddy.
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