My boy.

           Mack Attack, he is my pride and joy. My nephew to be exact. I love him to pieces. This is my older sister, Lindsay's lil' boy and I have been bound to love him forever and ever. I hope I'm right on this sister, my little nephew of a man will be turning 5 in July. Cuuh-razy. I remember when my sister was pregnant with the miniature man. That was the main thought going through my brain, baby boy, my very own nephew, yikes. At this point I had become an aunt to quite a few children, but it was my sisters first baby. Just a miner difference in the way I felt. I love all my nieces and nephews the same, I just was so excited for this one. 

           The day my sister gave birth to Mack, I was there every step of the way. I saw everything, that's right. I am a true, and loyal sista. I held up Lindsay's left leg, while Tyson (my awesome, bro-in-law) held her right leg, the entire process of getting Mack into this world. It wasn't necessarily my favorite thing to do, but I was so happy to be there for her and her little man. This kid has the biggest heart and he just keeps getting sweeter and don't forget unbelievably hilarious. I crack up at everything he says. I'm glad my sister moved from San Diego a couple years ago to Bountiful, Ut, and now I get to see them more often than not. You did a good job sis, and I'm glad I've been blessed to be an aunt to such a great kid. 

          Let's not forget about Mason the man. That is Mack's baby brother. He is just as cute in his own delightful way. I just have a kick when I get to spend the day with those adorable peeps. You never ever know what's going to come out of there tiny mouths. I'm talking about you too, Lindz!