My little brother flew off for basic training today. It’s in our blood to kick ass and survive, so it’s surreal to think that the next time I see him he’ll have completed Basic Training and be working on Air Force tech school. This is the kid who stuck Fisher Price toys in my VCR and would run into my room pants-less while I was watching Dragon Ball Z. Scary, right?

Anyways, I have to keep this short if I want to avoid getting emotional and subsequently making all the women in my family start crying… again. I leave you with this collage. Over the years, mom has captured a few, often embarrassing, photos of us. Here they are. The second to last is when I left for college, and the last is just before I drove him off last night. That’s a difference of 8 years. Yikes. He’s almost as tall as me now.