Today, my baby brother turns 18. Well, really he turned 18 yesterday because he lives in Asia and it’s already Sunday. But in my world, he turned 18 today.
Aisley has a shameless crush on her Uncle Collin and lights up when she hears his voice, sees his picture, or (gasp) gets to talk with him on Facetime.
I love that he’s growing up, because I’m growing up and now we get to be grown ups together. But, I’m also sad because he’s not little. (duh)
I remember when my mom was pregnant with him. I can remember holding him on the couch, playing with him in the floor and very vividly I remember the first time Mom ever let me hold him and STAND UP and WALK around the house. I felt like such a grown up that she trusted me with such sweetness.
I remember the way he tilted his head and how he always got in the bath tub with his clothes still on.
I remember the way he loved animals so much he caused them harm on occasion. I remember how all the world was his stage and an audience was his favorite. I remember the way I would go to use the bathroom which was located right inside his bedroom door and without fail an item that was in my room previously had somehow found it’s way into his. But he didn’t do it. Obviously. I remember how he could spend hours on the trampoline outside doing tricks.
I remember how much he loved me and how he always gave me hugs. I remember how we would go on dates after I got my license. I remember the incredible memory he had (and still has).
I remember how he listened to the SAME Adventures in Odyssey CD every single night for 7 years and blasted it as loud as it would go so that every other family member in the whole upstairs could hear it so loudly that it was difficult to fall asleep.
I remember the first time a boy came to our house and asked to see me and he slammed the door in his face. And how he never liked that boy and was always mean to him even though actually Collin is a very nice person.
I remember the way he gave me a sweet, sweet gift right before I walked down the aisle with a handwritten note telling me he knew I was getting a husband, but it didn’t mean I wouldn’t still have a brother that loved me very much.
And I see him now, a man but still very much my baby brother. All grown up and so gifted in so many ways and crushing on girls (shh…pretend I didn’t say that). In music. In photography. In art. In design. In dressing better than anyone I know.
I love you Uncle Collin Scott and I’m so thankful you’re my brother. You’re fantastic.