My little brother is officially no longer little.
He may be nine years younger than me but it's hard to see him as a kid after he boards an airplane for officers boot camp for the summer.
Because that's exactly what he did on Sunday.
The baby whose bottom I once wiped is going to be a soldier.
The toddler who lived in his cowboy boots will be lacing up a different kind of boot.
I'm incredibly proud of who he is and who he is becoming and I'm proud to be his sister. And anyone who has watched Madeline and him for two seconds knows just how much she loves him too.
This summer, my family will miss Peter tremendously even though we're excited for the adventure ahead of him.
Because who wouldn't miss a cool brother and uncle like this?