Sixteen years ago, on April 28, my little brother was born. I was in the room at the hospital, and as a 9-year-old, it was the first time I cried for joy. It still remains one of the most incredible days of my life.
These photos are about... well, about 4 1/2 years old. I may not look that different, but Jacob does. He's now about 5 inches taller than me, has a voice an octave or two lower than mine, and no longer has braces. Sometimes, he wears contacts instead of glasses. But you know what? His heart is still the same. He loves to have a good time and he cares about people in a way most teenage guys don't have enough courage to. He's pretty much one of the coolest teenagers I know.
There are probably better photos to put up (I couldn't actually take one today since he's currently about 3,100 miles away), but hey, I did take these (oh, the extended arm reach), and they make me super happy. I think they probably portray both of us pretty well, too. =) Happy birthday, Jacob!
2 comments:
Makes me happy!
Me, too. =)
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