Monday, June 10, 2013

Not so little anymore

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.

Horsing around - 1992

Christmas morning - 1994

Still horsing around - 1996

Venice de Milo, Paris - 2000

And STILL horsing around - 2002

My favorite pic, Christmas Eve - 2002

Happy birthday, Bro. Love ya!
~ Sis