My aunt just called. She was looking for my mom, but we talked for a few minutes. Her and and my uncle are moving to North Dakota. My uncle is in the air force you see, and they just found out they're moving again. But anyways, when I said goodbye, she told me she loved me. And that just made me feel so good. Like I really don't know her but hardly. I've seen her twice in about 6 years or so (I think). But every time she calls, she always tells me she loves me. I like that. It makes me think about my two nephews. I love those little boys so much. And I really want them to know me, and know that I love them, even when they get older. With my parents job and moving all the time, I feel like I kind of missed out on a lot of the family thing. You know? I get kind of jealous of people who have big holidays with their extended families. And both my grandfathers died when I was so young and all. But see, I'm not complaining here. I'm just saying how good it felt to be told that I was loved, from someone I don't even really know. And I want my nephews to always know that I love them.

ATTENTION RACHEL AND SAM: Could you please hurry it up already? I want a freaking niece.

- posted by Jonathan@ 2:45 PM