




Many years before I was a parent, I was an aunt. Four times over. First my sister had a baby. Then my sister-in-law. Then my sister-in-law again. Then my sister again. And oh my gosh, do I love being an aunt. A few years later it was our turn to have kids. Except, since ours are the youngest, it means the older kids are turning -- well, old. Tonight, our niece graduated from 8th grade. And now that we live closer by, we can be a part of these things. She graduated from a small school, and the ceremony was really nice, with each student having a small role in it. We were so glad to be there. Now, if she would just stop getting older, that would be great.
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They're getting so big! And - wonder of wonders - is Matt actually smiling? Sweet!
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