Little ones are growing up too fast

My favorite soon-to-be kindergartner.

Friday hit me right in the heart, but kind of in a good way. The first guy to absolutely steal my heart -- my 5-year-old nephew -- had his kindergarten round up day at Linton-Stockton Elementary. Since his daddy couldn't get off work, Aunt Brina stepped in with mommy to hold a hand as we walked down the same hallway I walked down when I was his age.

Jayden starts kindergarten in the fall, and I'll admit I'm a little sad.

Jayden and Bryson (2) may just be my nephews, but I've been there since day one and feel like they are my own. I was standing right by my sister as she gave birth to two of the loves of my life.

I've been through sleepless nights cuddling a crying baby, albeit a lot less than their parents. I've rushed feverish babies to the hospital, and I've changed more dirty diapers than most non-moms my age. I've been to soccer practices and I also know entirely too much about Thomas the Train.

Now, I feel a little silly pushing back tears as he starts on a long journey of becoming even smarter kid, especially since he's not technically my child.

He has grown from the toddler who once called me Nonnie and would literally run from the opposite side of the house to hug me, to an intelligent and sarcastic little guy.

Now, 2-year-old Bryson is catching up to his big brother, in both size and smarts. He now tells me, "Love you bunches!" every time I prepare to leave, and is not afraid to hold back when he's sick of our attitudes, as well.

As I prepare to get married and hopefully one day start a family of my own, I can only hope my future little ones are just as awesome.

I sure do love Jayder Tater and Baby B.

Sabrina is the editor of the Greene County Daily World. She can be reached at westfallgcdw@gmail.com.