My brother, Aaron, is eleven years younger than me. I moved to California the summer
he turned nine. I remember his toddler years like they were yesterday.
Sometimes I start to call Quinn “Aaron,” but then I catch myself. Sometimes I
wish I could turn back the clock. I would do so many things differently.
Today my baby brother turns 23 years-old. He’s a grown man
now, and I’m proud of him. Here are a few of my favorite pictures of the two of
us.
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| Horsing around - 1992 |
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| Christmas morning - 1994 |
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| Still horsing around - 1996 |
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| Venice de Milo, Paris - 2000 |
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| And STILL horsing around - 2002 |
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| My favorite pic, Christmas Eve - 2002 |
Happy birthday, Bro. Love ya!
~ Sis
