My baby brother.

My baby brother graduated from college last weekend and I feel old. 

How did my cute little red haired brother who couldn't say his "r's" turn into a grown up?

How is he really old enough to make decisions about a career and a family and what he wants to do with the rest of his life? 

If I'm not careful this will turn into a "sappy big-sister brag fest" so I'll end it. 

(But let me just squeeze in that this kid has just about the best sense of humor of anybody I know and I can't wait to see where his life takes him. Maybe it is just the teacher in me but Oh! The Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss keeps playing over and over in my mind). 

I'm proud of you, Garrett!