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.