day one

I've never felt a cry, like the cry I had today. It was a sort of an, "in-between," cry. I couldn't decide whether or not to keep trying to hold it in, or just let it stream out. So I was in this weird limbo of a cry. I feel like ever since I turned, ohhh 23 years old, I cry like a little baby. I get emotional over shows, church, everything haha.

Today I had a reason. I hadn't seen my little brother since December and he was graduating boot camp! I woke up to my mom crying before we even left to see him, she said she was "nervous." I wouldn't use nervous as my word of choice, but she did haha. We got to the marine base and made our way to his platoon area and got a briefing of what was going to happen for the day. When the time came, the boys we're allowed to stand in front of us for a brief moment and then jog away. It was like a quick tease. Over the bodies and waving hands of the people in front of me I got a glimpse of my brother. We had to wait another 2 hours until we actually we're able to be reunited.

But that moment was nice. It was a free for all once they let us loose on our new marines. My mom was jumping up and down so he could find us and once we reached each other, the tears flowed. I can't ever express how proud I am of him. Picturing him in a gas chamber, being yelled at constantly, physically and mentally tried every second of the day weighs on me. I know he is strong and I know that he isn't a little boy anymore. He isnt the little brother I picked on, or maybe he still is cause I totally still pick on him

Tomorrow is his actual graduation and we get to take him home. He says he wants pizza and his bed haha. Easy requests.

Pictures of the day from my phone, I left my camera cord in Utah so those will have to wait :)

For giggles...