He carries a chest full of emotions...some he could explain and comprehend,and some he can't.He knows that he is very very excited,the excitement almost feels wrong,like a child who was forbidden from having cookies before dinner but decided to nick a couple anyway without being caught.
A Small part of him wishes he could be around,a larger part part of him is glad this is happening.
Oh if only everyone understood.
One fine day this person will return as someone absolutely different,whose eyes don't quite see the way he used to.Sure that might sit well with a lot of us,it will take a lot of getting used to by his creators.
Then comes the part where we ask,where will this take us,will we still be friends?will you and i be as close?will we drift apart?will i be able to recognize you?
Maybe.
Then again communication is a two way street.
The legal drink age is 21 in the States and pot is illegal.Rubber is cheap and tuition fees aren't.
Whatever you do Baby Brother,Let me be there for you.Have a fantastic trip into adulthood.It will blow you mind away.
I will always love the 3 year old with excellent milo making skills.
