My mother-in-law often says, "It takes a village to raise a child." I don't know what it feels like to be a mommy, but I am an auntie in that village.
Each one of my eight nieces and nephews has taken a piece of my heart forever.
I can't resist their chubby little hands and legs, their imaginary games, or their sweet little smiles.
My favorites are their sloppy kisses, "I love you's," and seeing them love their Uncle Zachy.
I wasn't always the most natural with babies or kids. But with these kiddos, it just feels right. Something changed in me when they became "my" little people. It is sort of like playing mom...without the responsibility and sleepless nights.
I feel an overwhelming sense of protection and pride over their little accomplishments, struggles, and growth. And, I just love being with them as they discover who they are.
It is a little sad for me to see them grow up and even more so when I watch them grow from afar. But I certainly do love "my" little people and I hope each one of them knows they have a safe place to land with Aunt Jack and Uncle Zachy. We will always be apart of the village that raises them, laughing with them and encouraging them along the way.
Even though Payton and I have had a rocky road, we have a bit of an agreement now. And I think I actually like her...despite her sneakiness. Let's just say she is an expert escape artist, sock and underwear stealer, and food off of the counter eater. Her love of late: dirty socks (yes, this means I have dirty socks on the floor and NOT in the hamper). It is no rare occasion to find socks tucked in the corner of a room or almost under the couch. She is not so sneaky at hiding them but I rarely see her carrying them to their hiding place. Pure sneaky! So, right now, we have been living with her current sock escapades and I snapped a few shots for your viewing pleasure. 
