As I lie here typing away on my laptop, my 5 year old niece is asleep next to me. She is here for a visit. Her eyelashes are those that most women only dream of. Her freckles are perfect, each one strategically placed by God. Her hair is a unique blend of brown shades, just like mine was at that age. Her breath quietly whispers as she dreams. Before she drifted off to sleep, she said "Aunt Tami when I go back to Colowado soon I'm going to miss you weally a whole whole lot again." She just got here to Texas tonight. I forget sometimes what it is like to be completely open to let someone sit smack-dab in the center of my heart. Then, this freckle-faced bundle of innocence comes around and I am reminded.
I remember when this precious child was still in my sisters womb. I remember saying to Heather, "I want to be that Aunt... the Aunt that all of the kids cannot wait to go visit."
Just like my Aunt once was to me.
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