bubba.

the name i have called my sweet little brother Taylor since he entered the world 23 months after I did. he is my kind hearted, free spirited, brave baby brother. taylor is soon to be 20 years old and soon to be embarking on one of the biggest adventures of his life... on Tuesday he'll be moving to LA to start at the Los Angeles Recording School. he'll be majoring in music production. I am so thrilled for the opportunities that are coming his way and that he is following his heart all the wa across the country, even if it means leaving me here without him.

not only is he my brother. he is my friend. one of my dearest friends. he is honest. he works hard. and he follows his heart, regardless of money, doubts, or opinions. i admire him. he knows the good me and he knows the bad me... and he loves me. when he first started speaking, he called me, "sissy." over time, it's evolved into just "sis" and I have called him "bub" for the last few years... but as a result, both of my sisters call us "sissy" and "bubby." we are close. we love each other and we can annoy the crap out of each other. but in the end, I have never been prouder to call Taylor my "bub."

i love you, my sweet sweet little brother. i will miss you. but i am proud to be your sister. no one makes me laugh like you do!

one year at thanksgiving

Taylor and I at our Christmas dinner in 2008

taylor, me, and one of our sisters, madeline

probably my favorite picture of us :)

bahhh i was crying like a baby. this was his high school graduation in 2008

I wish I had some older, more embarassing photos :) but I only have pictures on my computer from the last 2 years.

be blessed. and keep bub in your prayers for safe travel.