On June 24th, 1991, my baby brother was
brought into the world. I was 4.5 years old. A few days after he came home, I
walked into his room and peered in between his crib bars. He was sleeping soundly and I decided to
poke his arm with a toothpick to see what would happen. When nothing happened, I lost interest and
left.
We have come a long way since that faithful day when
I tried to stab Aaron with a toothpick. We've
been best buddies pretty much from the start.
This picture makes me smile. Let’s take a moment to giggle at my wild
hair. Must have been a fresh perm.
Aaron has graduated from college and is growing
up to be an amazing person who always handles himself with grace and
kindness. I loved spending graduation
week with him. I think my favorite
times were spent shopping for a new graduation outfit (even though he grumbled
through it like most boys do), where we found a fun LSU themed bowtie.
Our smiling faces were tired.
A big congrats to my little brother. Can't wait to see what life has in store for him.
