Graduation Through the Eyes of a Runner.

So my little brother graduated two weekends ago.

I can’t not call him that. My little brother…

Even though he is 18. A college student. A man with a full time job. A foot taller than me (not really but it feels like it.) And starting the next stage of his life.

As I was making a video for him for graduation I was going through pictures and remembering each stage of our lives. From the baby stages, to the toddler stages, to the awkward middle school years, to now.

From the easy, carefree stages, to the hard divorce years, to trying to find our personality stages, to trying to find our passion stages.

The stages of our lives that we have been through together have been hard, wonderful, painful, perfect, horrible, and beautiful at the same time.

Every time I see him on stage, holding the spotlight, dancing, singing, performing, I can’t help but grin and tear up a little. He is such a marvelous little brother. Or maybe I should start saying, man.  As he enters the next stage of his life, I am so proud.



Graduation is such an odd time that makes you contemplate all these stages you (or your little brother) have been through. However, college is an even odder time that forces you to contemplate every part of yourself that have resulted from these stages.

So here is to contemplation.

Thoughts heavily doused in prayer, dosed with regrets, holding on by dreams, and all thought in love.  






Family Colloquialisms Through the Eyes of a Runner.

“Oh mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy, a kid will eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?”

“It’s only guacamole but I like it I love it, I want some more of it.”

I am reminded in the presence of others, some things I do and say are weird.

We all pick up weird sayings and habits from our families. And it is always amusing and amazing to hear other people’s sayings, and find out which ones of my own are not common.

Coming to college, I found out my mixture of Virginian and Ohioan roots are not the way everyone was raised. It is constantly amusing to hear colloquialisms that were unused in my own home, but used regularly in others.

I love learning these cultural differences.

Who would have thought that I would be talking about the “cultural differences” between someone raised in Maryland and myself in Virginia.

But here I am. I can’t help but laugh after I say something and get that weird dumbfounded look from my friends that mean they have never before heard what I just said. It’s so cute.

And funny, because I do the same thing to my other friends.

What do you say or do that is weird or unique to your family?

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