All Grown Up

I feel old. Very old. When I graduated from High School, my baby brother wasn't even in Kindergarten yet.

I am feeling my age.

Because Kid Brother graduated from High School on Monday.

I remember the day he was born,

I remember the first time he peed on me when I changed his diaper.

I remember when he tried to sell rocks to the neighborhood wandering up and down the street with rocks he had found in our backyard yelling "ROCKS FOR HELL!" He couldn't pronounce his S's.

I remember taking him to JC Penny's with a friend and he ran away from us and when we couldn't find him for 10 minutes I bawled hysterically like a baby and when we found him, I hugged him and then smacked his behind.

I remember when he smeared my brand new lipstick on my light bedroom carpet.

I remember the first time he held the door open for me.

I remember as a newlywed, he would ride his bike to my apartment when I came home for lunch and I would make pb&js and we would eat them together.

I remember the first time he spoke in church, and the first time he passed the sacrament.

I remember the first late night talk we had.

I remember having him watch my daughters and coming home to them sleeping on his chest.

I remember him comparing heights and the first time he really was taller than me.

I remember the first video he made and laughing at his antics.

I will always remember his ridiculous tie collection and how DH and I are always trying to contribute.

I will remember his thrift store clothing days.

I will remember watching LOST with the boy.

I will always remember the first time I looked at my little baby brother and saw a man in his place.

It was Monday.


Congratulations Buddy!



My dad and I goofing off during graduation. Those things get long you know.

The graduates

Taking the walk.

The graduate

And his proud parents who are now done with kids in school...at least school required by law.

The man

And the shoes that will define his high school career.