little brothers

This is my younger brother. My "little" brother. He's 6'2" ... I'm 5'2".

He came to visit me in the city just before we moved. It was a fun couple days. We talked about lots of the things we did together as kids. He's nine years younger than me so those stories mostly included things I did to him. Like putting him in our dresses or tickling him to death. And while I was definitely a tease I remember sweet things about him too. I remember how mom decorated his nursery with teddy bear wallpaper. I remember going in and waking him up to play. And I remember how much he loved his swing and how I'd sit there and watch him. And I remember when he learned to walk and we'd put him in my sister's jean skirt. He thought he was so special. We thought he was the cutest. I remember how chapped his cheeks always were. And I remember his silly little tummy and how ticklish he was. He's always been so much fun. But because I moved away when he was just nine he's always been such a little kid to me. Even when he grew taller than me or could lift more than me I always thought of him as my little Davey. Now I still call him Davey, but he's not so much that little ruddy cheeked boy. Instead he's strong and tall and old! And I loved that I had the chance to see him through my lens. All six feet two inches of him! I kept saying I wished he could just bend down or something so I could get above him! Love you Davey. Have a great Senior year.