The Cool Aunt

Back when I was little, I thought my older siblings were pretty cool. (I've since grown up and know the truth wink wink.) I remember twice I was able to dance with my sister when she was in Dance Company at Kearns High. Once was the Nutcracker. (I was the tallest bafoon there...or whatever they are called.) Both times, I thought I was so cool dancing with my sister. I also remember one time my 4th (maybe?) grade class went to Kearns High and I saw my oldest brother Jared outside skateboarding. I made sure everyone in my class knew that the boy on the skateboard was MY big brother. And lastly, when I got into high school, I remember bragging that it was MY older brother that used to do the funny movies for Z-News. (is that what it was called?) Anyway. Basically, I thought my older siblings were the coolest.

Well, now it's my turn to be 'the cool one.' I am the cool aunt that my nieces and nephew brag to all their friends about. And it makes me happy. Because I'm really not that cool, but they really do love me. The way their faces light up when they see me. The way they'll run up and give me big tight hugs. The way they let their friends know that I'm their "auntie." The way their friends call me 'Auntie'. It makes me feel so loved. Hopefully they don't grow up way too fast and realize the truth. But honestly, I still think my older siblings are pretty cool, so maybe even when they are older they'll still think I'm pretty cool too.