Here we are again. I'm the Auntie with the big camera crouching on the floor between seating rows and trying to not get uncomfortably close to actual parents. I know it may seem like it sometimes, but I'm not actually a mom. I'm just Auntie Meg. My beautiful niece and 38 of her best classmates had their Christmas Program last night. During these performances, I can't even look at my sister because she is probably fighting back tears. Once I see her cry, I'm most likely next. These performances are so adorable and they are reminders that my niece is one year older. It's a little scary! I'm so proud of my niece, but I wish she would stay little, just a bit longer.