I promised I wouldn't cry. I mean geez, it's just my little brother.
I teared up the moment we drove into the arena. And cried through the entire ceremony. My once chubby cheeked, stinky, wouldn't leave me alone, had to do everything I did, baby brother made me the proudest sister in the whole world. He graduated, and I was beaming with pride.
Did I mention it was also his 18th birthday? What better way to celebrate your induction into adulthood than to graduate high school, to turn the page on childhood and grade school years and begin life in the "real world"?
Happy Birthday Marshall. I may not say it often enough, but I'm so proud of you. I love you!
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