welcome home

The youngest child...some may associate that with being spoiled, or given the most attention. Or in some families maybe the most picked on by older siblings. But always remembered as the baby.
Well yesterday afternoon my baby brother returned from serving a mission in Washington for the last two years. James and I were talking about this last night after I got off the phone with him. He sounded so grown up and mature, I can't even believe that he is out of grade school let alone back from a mission. So obviously the last few years haven't hit me yet. In the last couple of years while he has been busy doing his thing our family has added two new nephews for him, and pretty much every single one of his siblings has moved somewhere far away, and my parents moved homes too. I can't quite imagine coming home to everything so different and new. We are really excited to see him in a few weeks, and catch up on the latest new things about him. So even though we are not there to give you hugs right now, know that we love you Jonathan.

This is one of my favorite pictures of Jonathan as a kid. I actually don't even have any recent pictures of him so you will just have to imagine him twenty years older than this, and I will remedy the picture situation as soon as I see him.