Sometimes I wonder if my nieces will ever grow up and fully understand how much I love them. How often I smile just thinking about them. How Elliott's little pronunciations of her "r"s and her "l"s can brighten up my worst of days. How Beckett's eagerness to walk as fast as she can towards me makes me giggle at just the thought of it. I always wonder how it will be possible to love my own children as much as I love them. I know, I know, everyone says, "You'll love your own even MORE! You'll be amazed!" I don't see how that is possible, but anyway. My point is, I love my nieces. They are my miniature best friends. I hope that they grow up to understand just how important to me they are.