This is not my age, but the age of my brother. My big brother who has always been there, who has been my partner in crime, my best friend, my chauffeur, and the one who has warded off crazy Irish people giving away free hugs downtown. Yes, I live in a strange town... but I love it. And I love my brother. We've always been close, but I think we got a lot closer when I was in 7th grade. I don't know how it happened, but I'm very thankful. But now I'm going "eighteen?? How can he be an adult?" He is, though, I guess. Before long, he'll be going away to college and I will be at home, sad and depressed, wondering what happened.
However, he's not going away to college yet, so I'm going to celebrate with some memories!
The hours upon end of Bomba-dida and bucking bronco. I don't really know where the first name came from, but we would pile on my dad's back and he would take us around the house as we all said "bomba-dida, bomba-dida". It sounds kind of strange looking back on it, but it's a great memory.
we were always big on taking adventures... as you can see :)
Here, we are sleeping in a wardrobe for some reason...? I'm in the back, kind of hidden.
Little Cameron and his snowman. Now, tell me, how adorable is that?!
Oh, the things we did to Libby!
... And oh, the things he did to me. :)
Happy Birthday, brotha! I hope you have a great first year of being an adult, being able to buy spray paint, and being able to get arrested. Please don't get arrested... please. ;)