Being Aunt Laurel

Today was not my favorite.

Sometimes work is just too much.

But, then he sends flowers. Before he even knows it was not my favorite day.

(Oh, how I love him.)

And in addition to him? Well, I also get to be an aunt.

I will always be their aunt.

A couple of days ago, I got this email, out of the blue, from my 10 yr old niece:

 Aunt Laurel, 

I want to ask you something. 

What does it feel like to prepare to get married? 

And what do you have to do? 

Mark [her 12 yr old brother] says you have to do a lot of paperwork.

I love you more than chocolate cake with peanut butter icing and Daddy's peanut butter ice cream! And I like those things A LOT.

It made me all sorts of happy.

Then, today (which wasn't my favorite. Did I mention that?) 

my really awesome SIL (mother to the above email sender) sent the following...

You have to read these...how cute are they?

Oh. my. cute.

And with that, I say:

Dear Husband-to-be:

Mark said it best, babe.

When you're cross?

[and maybe even when I am]

I'm. the. boss.

xoxo

-LA(e)

I adore being "Aunt Laurel". 

Adore.