Almost eighteen years ago I was picking wildflowers with Kate, making the biggest bouquet I think either of us has ever picked, for mom. Because you, my dear little brother, decided you needed to have fireworks every year on your birthday. And tonight, you graduated. And the crowd cheered just a little louder for you then they were probably suppose to. And Dad yelled “Way to go Farmer B!” and I saw your awkward blush/grin from where I was taking your picture. That same little smirk you had when I was taking these pictures and you said “but I don’t know how to smile”.
You’ve grown up so fast. And you graduating makes me feel really old. And your going to Woodstock, where you’ll grow up even more between each visit home. I already miss your stories from trades class with the boys, and yes even a bit of the stories of Blue.
You did it kiddo. I’m so proud of you. <3