Happy Graduation, Baby Bro

My high school graduation. 2001.

My little brother's graduation. 2010. (not the best pic for many reasons...but had to use it)

Is it weird that my baby brother has graduated high school? Yes and no.

Yes. In some ways he will always be a baby in my mind. It doesn't seem that long ago when I was painting his finger and toenails, twirling him around my arm, and making him promise never to grow up. (Jonathan has known Ethan since he was a second grader. Pretty crazy when you think I didn't even have a little brother until the summer after 3rd grade).

But no. It's not that weird on the other hand. I am getting a bit old to still have a brother in high school. The rest of us are married and have long since moved out of the house. Two of the three of us older kids have children of our own. So in some ways, it's about time.

Happy graduation, Eth. I'm glad you're the one lifting me these days!