When I was around 12, my youngest cousin as far as I know was born. Soren was born on June 17, 2003. In the early morning 3 days after mine and I hoped with every thing that it would have been the same day. Out of all 30-40 odd cousins I have Soren is special, well him and his eldest brother Matthew or Matt who was at the time around 10 only two years younger to me and the closest to my age, he’s the only one I can really talk about stuff to everyone else is at least 15-18 or 8 and under. Matt and Soren have hearts more pure then gold, minds sharp as and clear like smoothly cut quarts. I’ve known Matt since he was 2/3 years old and Soren since he was just a few hours or so old.



The morning Soren was born my Nona (grandma), Vince and I wanted to go see him and so we did. Though it surprised me how short the walk across town was though the whole way down there I was jumping and rushing. My aunty was half asleep and smiling when she was us that is Vince and me hesitate at the door, my Nona didn’t just walked in and kind-a kidnap Soren from uncle for a minute and gave him back and talked mom stuff with aunty well we wondered to uncle Neils and baby Soren. He didn’t even have his first bath yet and we got to hold him. It’s one of the best feelings a person can feel, it’s like flying higher and higher into the sky to watch the sun rise over a great body of water. I felt like I could hold him and float in the clouds forever yet I could end him, blow outs is new flame with just the slightest squeeze. It’s true what they say about babies; when a baby opens their eyes and smiles with a glowing face, your life seems to be as a pebble compared to the mountains worth of theirs. The moment that he smiled at me I felt a deep burning desire to protect him from anything that might bring harm to him and at the same time I wanted to be there for him and watch him learn everything a kid learns.



Matt I’m pretty sure was the same he was always there watching and teaching Soren “the ropes” to say. Matt’s always getting him out of trouble just as or before he gets in it and always helps him. Even though it gets rough for him and he gets in trouble in place of Soren I don’t think he would change much of how things happened/turned out Especially how he and their brother taught Soren to walk and run at ten months old, he could even mumble words. But the best ever for me was when he did what I thought was impossible for his age. Only 10 months of age Soren was able to say my name correctly, even though it was only once and I was the only one who heard he still said it and I will never forget it. Since he was the first to say it right before turning 7-8 years old, he had made my year saying it and it completely made up for forgetting me when I hadn’t seen him for almost if not a year. And then he could talk ok and still say my name right but every one hears it now that he’s 11/2 years old.

Unless when Matt was telling to say my name incorrectly on purpose forcing me to tell Soren to say mats name wrong or something of sort, usually ending only when we get in trouble for “confusing” Soren. He loved playing that game just as much as us you could see it on his face.



This last summer when I went to visit family in Cranbrook Soren was almost to my shoulders and 5 years old, starting school that year and very excited too. Matt was 15 and cursedly an inch and so taller then me. Soren is able to say my name as well as write it out, first and last. Matt doesn’t dare make him say my last name wrong and smart to realize it to. Being able to watch some one close to you grow is truly amazing to see so many of their firsts like riding a bike, being potty trained, first spooky movie or first day of school I’ve seen a lot of Sorens is a wonderful feeling to have and I wish every one gets to fell it even if you end up feeling very old after the warm and fuzzy feelings gone, its just part of life and living.



By: Kristine A.S. Rose