He's almost 2 and I'm 8 here.
My baby brother turned 17 today. Seventeen years old. That is crazy to me. I remember when he was 5 and would come home from Kindergarden, strip down to his Pokemon tighty-whities, and sit right in front of the television to watch Pokemon. He had the blondest hair. I used to pick him up and spin him around.
15 year old me and 9 year old Nate at SeaWorld.
Now, my brother is well over 6 feet tall and his hair is dark. And, he can pick me up. He has a job now and he wants to join the Navy after he graduates. And, he's just so grown up. It's hard to believe. Get ready for a pic spam.
On the ferry to Alcatraz - still 15 and 9.
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Best $1 we ever spent on fake mustaches.
After Nate's 8th grade Graduation.
14 year old Nate and 21 year old me after his holiday Orchestra concert.
2011 trip to Disney World and Universal Studios.
Bubby - I love you and I'm so happy you're my brother. I didn't get to pick you, but if I could pick again, I'd still choose you. You're a moody, douchey teenager right now, but you're always be my Bubby. Happy birthday, kiddo. Love, your Dissy.
Labels: birthdays, brother, family, personal
