Yesterday, my darling little brother turned 25. That's an entire quarter of a century. Since the above picture was taken last week, this comes as a bit of a surprise to me. 25?? Merciful heavens. Time truly does fly!
I adore my brother. This also comes as a surprise to me sometimes, since we spent a very large portion of our growing up years convinced that the other one needed to go find a new family to live with. Thankfully, we finally realized that we actually get along really well.
He celebrated his birthday yesterday by working the night shift at the ER. I'm proud of how well he's doing in his new job as an RN. I'm proud of the man he's growing into. I'm honored that he chooses to include me in his life the way he does.
Happy birthday, Bub!