GenerationNext

It was the family camping trip of '07. Mom, Dad, my sisters, Jenne, Bryan and I were hanging out around the fire pit while Zac went into the car to grab some newly-developed pictures of Jenne's sister's baby girl. He handed them to Mom, who started leafing through them, and he encouraged me to come look with her.
I was looking over her shoulder, discussing the baby's adorable features and which parent she took after, when we came across an ultrasound picture and tried to decipher which little blip was the baby. Then my eyes were drawn to the name at the top of the screen: Jennifer Friggstad.
"Is this--" I looked over at Jenne with saucer eyes. A wide smile grew on her face.
"Like, are you--" I looked at Zac and saw a proud look I'd never seen before.
"Oh, for pete's sake!" Mom cried. I screeched and lunged for Jenne, and suddenly our campsite was a cacophony of laughter and squeals and hugs all around and proclamations of "I'm going to be an auntie! I'm going to be an auntie!"
Mom had run quickly to the trailer, then rejoined our group. I think her first impulse had been to try and hide the tears in her eyes, but she must've realized it was futile. Dad wore a large grin, but still several days later says "I'm too immature to be a grandpa!" Jenne stood up and pulled her bunnyhug tightly around her middle so we could see the small bump she was proudly sporting. It was hard. My little nephew or niece is in there!
I'm so excited for Zac and Jenne. They'll make awesome parents. And I'll be an awesome auntie! Auntie Kjersti. Hee.