I'm Your Aunt....

A: Always slightly Aloof, yet Affectionate
(unless you are sweaty) sometimes Annoyed Attendee to All of your Athlete Activities. (Apparently, I have nothing better to do than chase After you like An Awed Cheerleader, At your Awesome fast-ness.)

U: Unfiltered, Unapologetic, Uncontrollable and Unsolicited advice on your hair, your game, your Spring Sporting and your friends' Unbelievable ability to recognize Hotness. Thank-you, for being so Understanding (though Usually Uncomfortable) in regards your Aunt's Unbalance.

N: I most definitely make you Nervous with my Non-stop and Notoriously unabashed sarcasm.

T: I sorta wish I had a Teeny bit more Tact, more Taste, more Tenderhearted interactions with my elder Nephews. And yet... if I were to Terminate those Tendencies to Talk... without Thinking. I would probably be pretty boring. Plus, Doc already snatched up the Thrilling Aunt Title and Jackie The Thoughtful Aunt Title. I had no choice but to become the Trainwreck of Torment, kind of Aunt.
Sorry.
But when you find your niche...
you just have to run with it.

Love you to Bits, Three.
I am Happy to be your Aunt.
Happy (well sorta) to be your Fan.
Happy to see that smile,
each time my sarcasm breaks your exterior.
You light up your mother
and are the cutest BFF Coach could ever ask for.



Happy Birthday, Three.

PS- You still owe me a Touchdown.

PSS- Please use Hair Gel.

Heart you.