Rover, Roark, Roadkill, Roro, Trev, Ears...and I'm sure there are countless other nicknames for my baby bro that I don't even know of.
Today the girls and I ran down to see him one last time before he left to the MTC.
I'm gonna miss this lurpy kid - always smiling, always joking around, always laughing at himself.
It's amazing how it really, truly feels like yesterday he was 5.
Sometimes I feel a little cheated - being so much older than him, Scott, & McKell. I've missed out on so much of their teenage lives.
But over the last year or so, we've all become closer as adults.
We enjoy eachothers' company so much, and we always have so much fun when we're all together.
I can't wait to see how his mission helps him grow.
After he was set apart last night, I couldn't help but see him as a young man now, instead of this little kid. (I use the term "little loosely - the kid is 6' 5")
We're all so proud of him, and I can't wait to hear every detail of his mission and the amazing experiences I know he's going to have.