When I was in fifth grade, my brother was born. It was a snowy Friday in March, which is a bit rare for Virginia at that time of the year. I remember playing at a friend's house that afternoon (3 weeks before my mom's due date), when my mom and dad showed up to say that she was in labor and I'd be staying the night at this friend's house. I woke up the next morning with a baby brother.
Last week that brother celebrated his 15th birthday. I am still having a hard time figuring out when he became a teenager. It's pretty crazy to me.
On Saturday, he and my parents came down for a birthday visit. We went out for pizza, followed by ice cream sundaes at my favorite drive in. On top of all that, it was a gorgeous day. I love my family, and I feel so lucky to be just two hours from them! Well, most of them. My little sis who is living in NYC isn't quite so close. We missed ya, Linds!