If you're anything like me, your siblings are a lot older than you. When I was born, my sisters were already 8, 9, and 11. Being this much younger than your siblings means that in some cases, you're bound to not be the "baby" of the family anymore. And no, I didn't lose that title to another sibling, I lost it to my nephew.

I was 12 when my nephew was born, so we had almost the same age difference as I did with my oldest sister. At the time he was the best thing in the world to me, but he lived states away in North Carolina, while I was still in my hometown in Michigan. Just after he was born, I went a stayed at my sister's house for a month, to hang out with them and try and help her out. This was where our bond started.

Through the years I would help out with him as much as I could. I would babysit him after school, play games with him, make dinners, etc., for my sister who was a single mom. We were, and are each other's best friends, and I really hope it stays that way.

Landon, although you annoy me a lot, and we act like siblings who hate each other most of the time, you are my most favorite person on the planet. You've shown me so many things throughout the seven (almost eight, wow) years we've known each other. I'm glad to call you my nephew, and even more grateful to be able to say you're like my little brother. I grew up with all girls, so having you around definitely proved to me that I wasn't angry when Grandma wouldn't give us a little brother.

I love seeing you grow and change and become involved with different things. I love seeing you be the best big brother you can be for Kinsley, and even for Gavin and Scarlett at your dad's. I love you immensely, eternally, and will never stop. You are the greatest little boy I have ever met, and I want nothing more than for you to be happy and successful in your future, as long as I'm still your "bestest friend ever - besides Evan."

Love, Aunt Mattie