The day has finally come! After three weeks of living with strangers, albeit nice and caring strangers, I get to come home to my family. Mom and Dad have been out to see me a ton. And I’ve FaceTimed with Emmett, Riley, and Tessa, but I’ve never met them. It’s time to get home to all of the Pigs in the pen.
I’ve grown a bunch in the time that I’ve been here. I’m right around five and a half pounds. That’s huge! I’m ridiculously cute, which is to be expected. I remind Mom a lot of a baby Emmett. The way I purse my lips. The way I scrunch up my nose. Even the way I arch my back and search for the bottle when I’m hungry. We are, for sure, brothers.
I am, everyday, growing more alert and interactive. I smile a lot. And sometimes I even chuckle at the right parts in an overheard conversation. But mostly, I am eating a lot more. And letting people know when I’m hungry. I am sleeping well, and taking good, deep breaths. So, now I am ready.
***
I flew home. The people on the plane gave me a certificate and wings and everything. No one believed that I was real, given my size. Sometimes Mom and Dad don’t believe I’m real, either. But that’s just because they’ve had me in their plans for so long, that they can’t believe that the long road of Pig-acquisition has come to and end. They told me that I completed our family. Now we all get to live. Together. Yay!
When I got home, everyone was super excited. Emmett, right away, became very protective. He wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch me, saying, “No touching Asher!” He kept repeating, “Wow. Asher. So cool.” Tessa and Riley were not to be put off loving and snuggling me though. They pushed their way to my side and tugged and petted and kissed and hugged me. If ever there was a more exuberant crowd to come home to, I’ve not seen it. It’s clear: I am loved.
Riley asked, right away, when I will grow up. I am so small and, although everyone agrees that I am cute, I am no Pig-Piler at my current height and weight. He asked if I could sleep in his race car bed with him. Sleepovers are right around the corner!
Tessa kept pulling on my feet and legs. She tried to pick me up, out of Mom’s hands. She’s an insistent one, I can tell already. Not to be ordered around. I have a feeling that she’ll be the one organizing our play when I get a bit older.
Pop-pop and Ms. Ann were there too. Taking great pictures and waiting for a turn to hold me.
Check out the pictures of me that Mom uploaded.
Thanks for everyone’s love and support!
Asher
Leave a Reply