I got to talk to my little brother yesterday. I’m so happy. I haven’t talked to him in…forever. Usually when he calls he just talks to my dad or to no one at all because we’re all busy.
I miss my brother and talking to him yesterday just took me back to our younger days. Like all the space and time between us just melts away and we’re teenagers sitting on the porch just talking.
The last time I actually saw him was in July 2006 when he came home after my dad had his heart attack. The last time before then was in August/September of 2000 after my mom died. Yep, in the last 8 years I’ve seen my brother twice. In the last 10 years I’ve seen him 3 times.
It was a great talk. I learned he’s still failing chem, hasn’t had a steady girlfriend in 3 years, really wants to move to Portland (OR) but the major he wants is only offered in the town he is already in (Corvallis) and got his lip pierced (to go along with several ear piercings, his eyebrow and his nipple which was a little more info then I wanted to know, lol).
Did I mention my brother will be 30 in January. I just love him to death. He is and always will be my baby brother and one of my best friends.
Yep, that’s my little brother…in 2006 at the age of 27. Isn’t he a cutie.
Yeah, he’s a keeper (that’s my son in the background–4 years old)
1987 at the age of 8.
Here he is in 1985 rocking the Knight Rider big wheel. How cool was he with the striped socks…and that plastic watch. He was only 6 so…I guess it’s forgiveable.
Me and my brother in 1985. He was 6 and I was 8. I’m just too cool with that short hair cut and what is up with the pink coat…I HATE pink, lol.