Okay now before anyone jumps down my throat for the use of slurs and inappropriate slang, let me clarify that this post is about my baby brother. No, his name's not Butch but that's what I've called him for easily 8 years. Once he got too big for me to call him Bubba or Bubs I had to come up with something else and Butch stuck. Now if I were asked to sum him up in a few words, I'd be hard-pressed to do so but I'll try anyways,
He is 17 years old today.
Kind of shocking if you were to see him. He's a giant and still growing. I am 5'8" and he makes me look tiny.
He's part cowboy and part baller.
He can't sing at all but he'll belt out any country song that comes on with the good country songs being his favorite which is ironic, since they all were released before he was even born. He's nearly 6'2" and plays a good game of basketball.
He is the youngest out of six kids and the only one younger than me but when he was born, I was devastated. I was 6 and was angry at no longer being the youngest. I told my parents the only way I'd accept another baby, was if it was a girl. Well he was born at home and I along with my sister and 3 brothers were all waiting in the living room. My dad came out a little past 8:30 PM and announced, "It's a boy!" I fell backwards off of the arm of the couch where I had been sitting and screamed, "Oh no! Not another one!" I remember crying my eyes out until I saw him. It didn't take long until he had me enamored.
We've had our ups and downs like any siblings but I love that kid so much. Despite me dropping him on his head and busting it open when he was... I think 6, he still loves me. It was an accident for the record. We always played spies and 'office' on Sundays when we had to stay quiet and he was a pro assistant when it came to constructing forts out of blankets, chairs, and clothes pins. We were the only two kids left at home for a few years before I was married so we got to have lots of fun with our parents too.
As goofy as he can be at times, he really is such a cool kid. He's got the biggest heart ever and will make some girl the happiest and luckiest person ever. He dreams of being a pilot and I have no doubt he'll succeed. Shoot, he's already flown in a plane he built from scratch.
Oh man this is the morning of my last day of high school. Hard for me to believe he was ever smaller than me.
Summer 2006 before I moved away and met Mr. Superman
One of my visits home from school between 2006 and 2007.
He got his Eagle Scout back when he was 15! It was hard work but he loved it.
These are from the summer of 2009 when I was back in AZ while Mr. Superman was at BMT. He's holding one of our adorable nephews Colty.
Mr. Superman snapped this back in April 2010 when we visited my family in AZ.
I'm so glad I got to see him play while I was here in AZ.
Christmas time with my family, and Butch, was so fun.
The Family January Birthday Party. I was 23 on the 15th, Jared was 25 on the 22nd, and Butch is 17 today!
Happy Birthday Butch! I can't hardly believe you're 17 now.
I hope you have the best day ever because you deserve it.
I love you!