My Baby Bro

For those who are wondering, yes, this is indeed my baby brother. We are separated by 27 long years. What's funny is I remember vividly praying almost every night when I was about 8 years old for a kid brother. He came all the way from Connecticut to San Francisco for a two week visit. This morning, we sent him on his return flight home. Since our dad loves the water and boats, we thought this would be a great spot to take his portrait. Last night, the water was so calm along the bay, and the air was warm - the warmest night we've had all summer. This scene also happens to be where Shane would ride his bike daily, and where the three of us (my husband, Shane and I) would take an evening stroll after dinner. I'm beginning to choke up, so I'll end here and say how lucky I am to have a brother and a sister. We may live miles apart, but to joke and laugh with you is one of life's greatest gifts. Okay, maybe I meant to say, to tease and laugh at you is one of my favorite things to do... but I'm pretty sure that's what big sisters are for! : )