Little Brother

To my little brother in the cap and gown.

You're still a little boy to me.

One that sprouted into a sturdy Jeffrey pine like the ones that line the foothills of our home.

I remember looking into your little fluttering eyes while you were drifting in and out of nap time.

The naps we took after a long day of camping in the breezy little tent under the rays of sunshine.

I felt your little deep breaths sink in and out.

Your tiny swollen belly puttering up and down.

I remember looking at your oblong shaped head and wondering if you'd ever grow into that mind of yours.

Who would this little human become?

Will he be happy and carefree? Or will he grow up quickly like me?

Will he know who he is? Will he be confident in what he does? Will he be creative?

Will he be good at math? Will he be caring and strong?

All of my wonder-ings soon were answered.

I regrettably looked away and only focused on myself. On the ways I was growing.

I forgot to stop and witness the growth of this ever-changing conifer.

How it's trunk grew wider and it's knowledge of it's own roots spread throughout the dry earth below.

Today is the day I finally remembered to look up at that tree. To see how rooted it had become.

He has become rooted in his faith. He has grown his branches vastly and loftily around the things he finds important.

He never hesitates to provide protection and comfort for those who need it.

He sings for creation and reaches to the skies of blue.

Although I had no effect on this little tree's outstanding growth, I feel nothing but pride.

Pride to have grown next to him and be able to share the same earth and same creator.

He will grow to do many more things and I am so eager to witness what he will accomplish.

Tristan, you are the Glory of God and I will your good.

Congratulations little brother.