There is so much I could say about this one. I first became an aunt when I was 17. That summer I had the privilege of nannying for my very first niece, Islay, starting when she was only 3 weeks old. I still treasure that time I spent with her, although I know she has no recollection of it. Then came Ian, and then the twins, Abby and Julia.
I came home from college on Christmas break right after they were born and stayed with my brother/sis-in-law to help them. For a month I slept in one hour spurts, waking up to feed, change, etc. one of the babies every other hour. Very little sleep, but still an experience I wouldn’t give up for the world. Then came little Tessa and baby Sarah (though she is definitely not a baby anymore).
The count is nine (so far), and the oldest is only seven.
I love every minute of being an aunt, even the diaper changes, tantrums, and babysitting that comes along with it. I remember sharing my bed with a 3-year-old Julia when she had the stomach flu. I remember the twins’ first camping trip. I remember putting a four-year-old Ian in front of me in the saddle and going “faster.” I remember holding sweet baby Sarah for an entire Superbowl Sunday.
I wouldn’t give up being an aunt for anything in the world. I am so thankful to have each of these special children in my life. I love you guys!