Quick to take his side, go places with him, create countless inside jokes that drove my mom crazy. As I went through college and a little after, I felt a distance, like a "we have nothing in common" type thing. My brothers all had sports, electronics crap, ya know man things. I was left out. As we got older, we found our own things again:
Courtroom drama
Stupid bachelorette drama
(I'm noticing a theme here...)
And now traveling.
A few days ago Frankly tells me he's hitting the open road to catch some ball games. He' ll be gone a few days, and he's going alone. After the shock subsided, I decided that I was so proud of him. It's scary getting out there alone and visiting the unknown. It's lonely and exciting at the same time. I don't know if I got my independence from him, (#independentpam2012, anyone?) or if maybe I'm rubbing off on him and he's realizing that it's never too late to get out there and do the things that YOU want to do.
I figured I'd add one more pic because come on, I was an adorable child.
You're welcome :)
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