To my brother, the high school graduate.

To my “baby” brother:

As I sit here writing this post, I wonder how this is even possible. Six years ago, it was me. I was graduating from high school and about to go to college. Three years later, I was graduating college and you were about to go to high school. Well, here we are, four years later, and you’ve walked across the stage as a high school graduate.

In three months, you will be packing your belongings into boxes and moving to a brand new city in a brand new state, in a entirely new environment. You will be surrounded by strangers who will soon become your closest friends. You will have freedom to learn and grow. You will face challenges. You will be homesick. But you will never be alone.

The amount of love I have for you cannot be described, but if I had to pick a word to describe it, I would pick unconditional. I couldn’t possibly think of a better person to have shared the entirety of my life with. Soon, you and I will not have the ease or convenience of being a hop, skip, and jump away. It will be tough, even though we both don’t want to admit it.

You are my best friend – a friend I have had both the honor and privilege of watching grow up from a crazy, curly-headed toddler to a well-rounded, respectable young man. You are the most intelligent, focused, driven, talented, kind person. You are a team player. You are perfect.

I am so unbelievably proud of you and everything you have accomplished. Countless championships, awards, honors, scholarships – more pieces of paper and plaques than I ever knew exited. I have great faith in you and what your future has in store. I hope you continue to be intelligent, focused, driven, talented, and kind, and that you stay true to yourself and who you are. I cannot wait to see how your life plays out from here. Take the world by storm, kid. It’s yours to have.

I love you, bro. xoxo.

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