I’ve been an aunt since I was 8 years old yet didn’t meet my nephew until he was 18. At 8 I remember wanting nothing more than my sister to walk through the door with that baby in her arms. The blessings of adoption wrote a different story. Between my 8th and his 18th year, as the introduction lingered, I was aunted again by my other sister. I was 3 times older than my 8 year old self, but the desire was the same – tears welled BIG when my precious niece was placed in my arms. The moment I had waited for, I was an aunt. A single aunt, in my early twenties so I had no choice but to quickly become the quirky, cool, eccentric aunt [or so i told myself]. Aunt B stepped on the scene.