I was the baby of my family so I never got a chance to pretend I was "mom" to younger siblings. So when my nephew was born, it was a pretty big deal. The first time I laid eyes on my nephew, my heart melted and I knew he was going to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. I was beyond grateful for this new addition, but I felt like I needed to mature and become the ideal example for my nephew.

I took on a new responsibility when he was born. Not only did my life change, but I felt a sense of motherhood take over myself. I might not have given birth to him, but taking care of him sure felt like I did. All the long nights and early mornings, the smelly diapers and vomit in my hair might be really gross to think about now, but how could you not want to be around this little nugget. I wouldn't change it for the world.

Having a niece or nephew is like having your own child. They come to you when their parents won't give them what they want, when grandma and grandpa are busy, or when they just want someone to talk to. There is no better feeling in the world then when he wants to hang with his Titi or when he wants to talk to me. He is my whole world as cheesy as it sounds, but it seems like life only began after he was born.

He is such an incredible little boy who has managed to mend several severed relationships between my family I never thought would get better. Even though he is only four years old, he has also managed to transform the way I look at my life. Logan has been more than a blessing to me. He has taught me new ways to think about things and to always try to be happy. Whenever I am sad, he always looks at me and goes, "Titi, why you sad? Be happy."

Going away to college was hard because that meant I had to leave my little buddy behind. The first couple weeks I cried because I missed him so much. I was never away from him for more than a week or more than 30 minutes away. Starting school, I would be 2 hours away from him and I didn't know when the next time I would be coming home would be. I missed him more than anything. He would call me and ask when I was coming home or when he was going to school with me. It killed me to be away from him for that long because I did not want him to think I was leaving him. But every time I would go home, he was always right there waiting.

As he gets older, I am amazed at the young boy he is turning out to be. Any moment I get, I try my best to gloat and show pictures of him. He is my whole world and I wouldn't change it for a thing.