these little people

I miss my little nieces. The ones that call me aunt and hold my hand with their tiny fingers. My nieces who sometimes can't stop laughing when we are playing.

I miss my nieces that aren't so little. The ones who I can talk with about an endless amount of things. My nieces who laugh with me endlessly.

I miss my little nephews. The little boys who do naughty things, but are oh so funny when they do it. The little boys who get excited when I make waffles for lunch.

I miss my nephews who are taller than me and the ones who aren't taller than me but soon will be. My nephews who most often act like the men they really are.

So I am aunt which means I ache because I miss little people and not so little people very much.

Sometimes I am so very glad to be sad, because it means God gave me so many people to love.

Its the good life...even when its sad.