*sigh*

When he was a baby, I used to stare at my brother for hours at a time... and I would imagine what he would be like when he grew up - what he'd look like, what he'd do, whether he'd like me, whether we'd be friends ...

Slowly, Vim got bigger. Me and him would run up to Ba and Dada's upstairs balcony, throw helicopter leaves off, run down, gather them and do it again... We played in sprinklers and on the slip-n-slide (don't pretend you all didn't have one!), teased vish, played catch on the stoop outside, camped in the backyard, planted tomatoes with our grandmother, played in the basement (where I would scare him with our Mr. T mask), did everything that little kids do...

(We built a million memories because we always had each other, even when no one else wanted to play. )

A few years ago, he shot up, and is now considerably taller than me. If that wasn't enough, last weekend, that punk had the nerve to graduate college!

Fortunately, he's grown up to be so beautiful- inside out. Better than I could have ever imagined back when I would stare and wonder about the future him. Proud doesn't even begin to cut it Vimz. Love you brother.
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On a similar note, my baby, JenMasterFunk, is now ** Dr. Jennifer Garcia. ** Holy lord. Happy freakin Diwali. ;)

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And, last but certainly not least, Vincenzo also claims to have graduated this spring. However, he also claims that his "graduation gown" was conveniently "returned" the day "before" I "saw" him. Consequently, there is no photographic evidence of his alleged aforementioned "Masters Degree." Feel free to draw your own conclusions....