My little brother Taylor is one of my greatest examples.
He is two years younger then me but usually I feel like he is two years more mature.
He is on a mission in Long Beach, California.
I try and avoid going downstairs (where his bedroom is) because I get sad.
I miss him.
But I am really happy and excited for him.
Plus I know all too well that two years can really fly by. . .
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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