During a recent photoshoot orchestrated by my baby brother, I decided to take a few shots of him while waiting for the main attraction to arrive. While taking photos, I recalled how he was as a child. Who would have thought that this hyperactive, mischievous kid would become this wonderful man. At age six, he jumped from the head of the bed to the foot, hitting his head on the foot board. I may not remember the number of stitches on his forehead but I vividly remember him walking down the hall with blood all over his face. To my surprise, he didn't have a clue that he had a gash in his forehead. While my siblings and I were freaking out, he finally realized that something terrible had happened. At that particular moment, the brave little boy who was afraid of nothing, had an ounce of fear. Wow, how time flies. Although the scar is a little noticeable, I can only see a baby brother who is now a wonderful husband and father.
