Growing Up is Hard to Do

Yesterday I was sucker punched with the realization that holy cow, my baby brother is a whole grown up. Even if I knew in my head that he's eighteen, and in college, and working--it hit me in the gut when I was watching him drumming up on stage at the concert at his college that my tall blond brother is an adult. BAM.

Ow.

Happy Birthday Troy!!!

My baby brother turned 18. (AGHOMGHOLYCRAPONTOASTJESUSHROOSEVELTCHRIST).  

Look! He used to be a baby! Isn't he cute? Adorable little drooling toddling boy. 

 

Now he's all grown up! An adult. A six foot one-ish adult. (GAH). We had steak with a butter herb sauce and mashed potatos and asparagus and garlic bread. I made a chocolate torte for dessert and we sang happy birthday. Quentin gave Troy a TaeKwonDo/karate shirt, I gave him a nice black shirt, Mom and Dad bought him a cell phone and he'll go shopping for an outfit from them too. 
 

Happy Birthday buddy!!!