My little brother Joshua has been traveling through Europe for the whole month of December. Lucky dog.
I can't stop referring to my brother in Europe...in Barcelona....oh, today he is in Germany....the Bavarian Alps...yesterday he was walking through the Champs Élysées and so on and so forth.
What can I say? I'm living vicariously through him and his travels.
He excitedly planned this trip for an entire year and we all knew that Christmas would be the hardest for him.
For us.
He's the baby of the family.
The crown jewel of our collection, if you will.
He's 21 years old and this is the first time away he's been away from the family during the holidays. For weeks now, he's been posting envy-inducing pictures on his Instagram. But today....today was rough. For me and my sister....for his nieces...the boys....my mom, of course.
He sent us this video of him singing a Christmas message to us from the Eiffel Tower.
Waaaaaah.
But they are happy tears. Happy that he is experiencing the world and living life. But what I wouldn't give to see his mop of curls bouncing around, his sparkly bow tie and combat boots and his skinny bear hugs.
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