I remember California

I remember California, summer before my college career, not necessarily a vacation, just visiting family. 

I remember feeling mixed emotions upon seeing my sister: excited, nervous, reluctant. 

I remember she would always say “I’m never getting’ married or havin’ kids,” but look what happened, she was already married and a week before our arrival she had given birth to a beautiful baby girl. 

I remember upon her graduation of high school my sister, Brittany, had joined the Navy because she felt she had no other option. I remember bootcamp was described as intrusive. 

I remember her move to San Diego with her husband.

I remember the call to my mom about her pregnancy. 

I remember planning for a week in the California sun. 

I remember the breezy weather was unlike any climate I had ever felt.

I remember feeling carefree within the smooth winds. 

I remember the warmth and hesitation upon holding my niece. 

I remember the frightening moment to understand what position is best. 

I remember sitting in my sister’s black, pleather loveseat soaking in the lavender scent of this newborn.

I remember it only took minutes before I was fast asleep. 

I remember my sister in the kitchen preparing her bottle. 

I remember the powdery, chemical milk taste and smell was questionable. 

I remember my sister handling her with such care that I had never seen her use before. 

I remember feeling glad that she had it figured out. 

I remember leaving the model family and the flawless summer weather with true serenity.