on senior night…

friday night was my brother’s senior night. i had the privilege of making his hat for his senior recognition walk.

included all his favorite things. and the best part is, it was a surprise.

i’d love to do the whole “super sad about my brother growing up” thing. but i really can’t. i’m excited to see where my guy goes from here, and what he does with the independence that’s going to come soon.

i couldn’t be prouder of the little boy that was the smallest in all his classes until covid. the boy who was always nothing but himself. the super mario kid. the path he’s forged for himself runs deep. he’s creating a legacy to forever be proud of when he thinks about high school.

always us. circa 2015.

my little brother is the first chair trumpet in the band, section leader, anddddd crunk crew captain. he wears his titles so well. i worry sometimes that he’s got too much on his plate. that he’ll be overwhelmed and wouldn’t tell us, but watching him find himself and his passion over the last few years has been so rewarding as a big sister. his love for music has brought us even closer than before. we share music, analyze lyrics, debate over artists, and more. he’s just about the only person i can randomly sing at the top of my lungs with. he makes me proud. he makes me happy. i hope so many things for him. but i hope, most of all, he makes himself proud and happy.