What they don't tell you when you become an aunt is that everything that you thought about being an aunt goes out the window. The Make-You-Follow-The-Rules Aunt? Not me. The Refuse-To-Buy-You-Toys-Just-Books Aunt? She left. The You-Want-To-Go-Buy-Your-Umpteenth-Lego-Set-With-My-Money Aunt? Guilty. The Sure-You-Can-Have-Ungodly-Expensive-Candy-At-The-Movies Aunt? You're looking at her.
Last year, Isaiah became a big brother to you guessed it - Gabriel Leland George - his brother. At least the family historian in me can be thankful that my sister used family names for the boys' middle names.
I love you more than you love me (and yes, it is possible). I also love you more than you love Lego sets & cheese pizza (and yes, that's possible, too)..
Happy 10th Birthday,
PS: No matter how much you try to teach your brother, the song does not go "Head and shoulders, knees and butt."
PSS: I'll give you $50 to tell Uncle Seth that it's time that he settles down and gives you a girl cousin. (Don't judge me. I'm desperate!)