I have a very sad and serious announcement for today.
I don't know if everyone will be able to handle it. I certainly couldn't. After discovering the truth of this situation, I couldn't help but break down. In fact, everyone around me did as well. It's just... so, so sad.
As of March, 2012...
...the shortest child in my family.
Yes, even my twelve-year-old brother is taller than me now.
Notice the look of extreme sadness on my face.
It was a hard thing to accept, but Luke is growing quickly. And he didn't have much height to beat, anyways.
I mean, I don't know if I've shared this with you all, but I have a mini photo series on Facebook called "I'm too short to reach the mirror at a public place." So far, there are three parts.
PART I: I'm too short to reach the mirror in the jewelry department at JC Penney.
PART II: I'm too short to reach the mirror in the bathroom at On the Border.
PART III: I'm too short to reach the mirror in the bathroom at a local steakhouse when I went out of town for a vacation.
Yes, I'm short. And yes, I was joking with you above. I'm not actually devastated that Luke beat me in height this year. Although he is very young to already be taller than me, I'm glad that he's tall. I would much rather have a brother who is taller than me than one who is shorter than me.
How tall are you?