Happy Birthday, Preston!

Today is my little brother, Preston's birthday. He is 15 years old. I can't believe it. Preston and I are almost exactly 10 years apart (my birthday is on the 8th). When I think about Preston's age, it reminds me of my own age, and how I keep getting older. When he was born, I was 10 years old, so I remember a lot about his younger years. I loved taking care of him, even though he hated me. I loved to mother my younger siblings to death, as a result, they hated me growing up. I remember Preston specifically biting me a lot.

He was such a cute little kid, plus he was so sweet! Sure, he hated me, but he would have his moments of being super sweet. My sister and I used to dress him up in our clothes, paint his fingernails, and put make-up on him. He LOVED it! He loved the attention Samantha and I were giving him. My dad, on the other hand, HATED when we did it...

He's very special to our family, I feel he brought us closer together because we all took care of him. Plus, he was such a fun and thoughtful little guy. He is still all those qualities to this day, I just still like to think of him as the 3 three old we would dress up in old girl scout uniforms.

Wasn't he a cutie pie? I love the blonde amisdt the sea of dark haired people!

By the way, if you know or are in contact with him, please make sure to give him a hard time about what I've said; it IS his birthday, afterall...