By Rachel Kosar 
Your sister gets pregnant, then starts having babies, and you feel happy. You think to yourself, It will be exciting to have nieces. And it is.
Your sister gives them names and God gives them birthdays and you feel joy. But you think to yourself, My heart is full of my own, and this will be very different. And it is.
Except then it turns out your heart has a special compartment that was waiting for them. And every time you buy a little fuzzy hat or a pink onesie with bows or a floral sweater in size 3T, every time you hear the name only they call you exclaimed or get a FaceTime from a little girl who was just missing you, that spot fills up a little bit more.
You think to yourself, That space in my heart feels like it is growing. And it is.
These girls belong to your sister, but you are a part of them too.
After all, how could you see your sister in them and not see a tiny bit of yourself?
You think to yourself, Being an aunt is the best. And it is.
by Jenny Rapson 
by Rhoda Dobeck 
