When someone else gets one and tellls you so non chalantly ''Hey mama. Send me a pic of Juicys rubbon. Im getting it tatted for him this week", it melts your heart.
Her name is Nikki. Shes technically (whatever) Biggahs baby sister, but we have bonded over the last 10yrs in a way that makes the term in law null and void. Our friendship and bond has been thru hell and back. We are real sisters so through all the good, the bad, the ugly, and the bullshit, we still stand.
My love for her and her love for me isnt the whole picture though. Her nephews. For crying out loud. They adore her. And she them. But her and Juicy ( Js nickname) have a bond that cant be explained. She was there when I first found out I was pregnant, there when I got my first day of morning sickness, ate with me when I craved shit Biggah refused to smell, she loved Juicy before he was born.
Leaving NY was one of the hardest things we did. Nikki and her boys (my nephews) being one of the biggest reasons.
Shes still learning how all his equipment works, and his ranges, and if we lived back home I have no doubt she would know it all.
We dont talk as much as we used to. Time difference, D interferes, everyday stress. But the love hasnt changed.
And her support and love for J? Well its clearly permanent.
"I love you auntie Nikki".
(Justices ribbon is to left. Heart disease awareness (which she lives with, and we walk for!) is to the right.