Eighteen

Yesterday, well, November 1st was my little brothers eighteenth birthday. The picture is of him in his army uniform this past May.

I am proud of Eric. Eighteen, the normal ups and downs and I know how far he's come. He's currently in school studying business, he's a nationally certified EMT (though not practicing) and to this day keeps in weekly contact with his older sister :) How many eighteen year olds call thier nerdy older sisters, huh?

Eric was a born prodigy. He masters everything he tries and then gets bored of it. He's witty and sarcastic but there for you when the shit hits the fan. He excelled in sports - soccer, baseball, football..and when he was 7 or 8 he started competing in dance with April and I...and totally kicked my ass. He wooed the ladies (at the tender age of 10), charmed the adults, and cheated the fella's out of thier money and thier women! And through all that, he still remembers my birthday and threatens the men in my life with physical harm. I love him and I always will. I'm glad I get to see him for Christmas. Happy Birthday little bro.