So, my not-so-little younger brother is a senior in high school. I’m still amazed at this. A decade (give or take a few months) separates us age-wise, which means that he was about 10 when I moved out of the house to attend college. It’s funny–although my family has not been that far away and we’ve done quite a bit together, in my mind he’s been that ten year old. Only in the last few years (partly due to the fact that I now must look up to talk to him) have I realized that he really is growing up.
In fact, today he legally becomes an adult. 18. Wow.
Jason and I visited my parents and Christian this past weekend to celebrate both his and my father’s birthdays. While we were there, Christian and I went to downtown Columbus to take some senior portraits. It gave me a chance to explore the newer Arena District and just spend some time with him.
As you can see, Christian is a guitar playing, coffee drinking, baseball loving guy. What you can’t see is his loyal, caring heart for people or his goofy-ness (he might kill me were I to publish some of the “out-takes” here). I love this guy (though I still reserve the right to tease him mercilessly).