Time Marching On

I was really hoping to do this post before heading out to Colorado, but I wasn't able to squeeze it in.  However, it seems even more appropriate now to me.

Over seventeen years ago, my parents expanded their family.  I went from the oldest of three to the oldest of four, and then five a few years again.  My mom was in the hospital as I turned 11 that year, and I was pretty excited about the prospect of getting a baby for my present.  But much to my dismay, she was sent home with false labor.  Six days later though my brother Taylor was born.

I remember that when we got the call at Grandma and Grandpa's house grandpa held up two fingers,  we started screetching about twins and jumping up and down, but grandma quickly said no that he meant 22 inches.  And when mom and dad got home from the hospital I made sure to run and beat my sibs to be the first to see Taylor.  As you can tell by the photo, I was a chunky kid, so it wasn't easy beating them, but I did, and was so proud to get to see him first.

I was a very proud big sister, still am, and there were so many moments that were precious to me.  Probably one of my favorites was getting to take Taylor to kindergarten.  We got on the bus together, and I walked him to his classroom, and then I walked down the hall to start my senior year of high school.

So with many years of sibling love, I was busting with pride to watch him cross the stage and claim his high school diploma.  And once again, I lined myself up to be first in line.  I nabbed the first hug from that graduate.

And now my 'little' brother (6'3 I believe!) is here in Nebraska, working at the same camp our other siblings have worked at, and will go to UNK in the fall, just like the rest of us.  I love that he gave me another reason to go to Kearney.  And it's one that Phil will be much more accommodating considering the gas prices and all!

Love you bro and I'm so proud of you!