I am the “far away aunt” – the one that has to take an airplane to come visit. The one that mails presents at birthdays and Christmas, and cards other times throughout the year. I come to town a couple of times a year – visit a week or so – then disappear again. Sometimes my nieces and nephews and I talk on the phone or video chat, but mostly, I am the aunt that is sort of unknown. Until now. I am living in Omaha with my nephew, his wife, and their two boys, Ryker (age 4) and Keegan (age 2). They set up a great room for me in the basement, and I share the boys’ bathroom and shower upstairs. Being here has given me such an amazing opportunity to get to hang out with them and know them better. Ryker, Keegan and I have become pals. When Keegan comes home from daycare, he sometimes stands at the top of the basement stairs and yells, “Aunt Suuusiiin, Aunt Suuusiiin, Aunt Suuuusinnnn” until I pop my head around the corner and say...