Aunty Woovin.

I love this kid. Not only for his ability to double fist milk and water.

After a rough day at work yesterday, I put a call out to my friends for some alcoholic/revelry time. I needed some sort of distraction, as the things that were going down at the job were pretty intense and will probably change my work environment in major ways. I got an offer from my best friend to hang out for a little while with her and her two year old son, who are two of my favorite people on the planet.

I decided to head over before the alcoholic beverage consumption occurred and parked my car in their driveway at 6:45pm, just after bath time. As I got out of the car, I saw a little blonde head bobbing up and down in their front window. I heard the sound of a little boy screaming, "Woovin's here, Woovin's here!" as I made my way to the front door. As I turned the doorknob, I heard him yell, "I'm gonna hide, Mommy!" and I feigned surprise that my little pal had disappeared.

I walk out of their home after a visit and leave feeling refreshed and wonderful. I love when this little boy tells me he knew as soon as his mommy told him I was coming over that I was gonna be funny. Cause I'm always funny. His mom told me that my little guy said that when I came over, I was probably going to call him a giant. And I did. It's moments like this where I realize that I am supposed to be right here, right now, if only to be the silly aunt to this amazing little boy.

I got to hear about the dragon ride at a festival the family went to over the weekend. About how his dinosaur has a spiky tail. I got a kissed finger when I pretended to have a booboo after touching it. I ate toddler toes, then put the imaginary chewed toes back on his foot, to which he said, "Now I can't walk, Woovin!!" I got to listen to his reaction to seeing Yoda and Darth Vader on a television screen for the first time, and about how his favorite character was R-Do-Tee-Too. I heard a two year old do a Darth Vader impression, and say, "LukeIamyourfather" as one word, and a long drawn out "NOOOOOOOO!!!" in response.

Who knows what path my life will take from here. Who knows if I will ever have children of my own, or if I will be the cool aunt until my dying day. I don't know, and right now I don't really care. I do care about my little guy, and my friend, her husband and their entire family and I am blessed to be allowed into their lives. I want to make sure that he knows me, because knowing him makes me a happier, sappier person. (Obviously. See above post.) And I'm gonna do the same for his baby sister that is due in June. They're my family, and it's my job to spoil them rotten.