I’m not going to lie, quite a few tears were shed when my youngest brother graduated from high school this past weekend. When he was born, I used to tell my classmates that he was mine. Kind of weird…but it was just because I loved him so much. And all these years later, we are so proud of him. The young man he is now and the grown man he is to become all evident in his dry wittiness and humor, his quiet sweetness, and more importantly, he gives the best hugs. Congratulations to my dear brother Connor! Many, many, many amazing things are on the horizon for you. This is something we know. You better believe it!
P.S. A HUGE shout out to our beyond amazing mother, who makes all and many things lovely and possible!
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