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In Proverbs 16:3 God says, “Commit to the Lord whatever you do and your plans will succeed.”

Less than one week folks, and then the Tarvin children will be done with the SISD. It is amazing how time flies.

This morning our church hosted a breakfast for the senior class and then they were recognized in the service. At the breakfast, the senior class gets to choose someone to speak and this year it was Julie Mitchell who also spoke at my breakfast two years ago. (I’m willing to bet that she also spoke last year) Les Mitchell, her husband, was a vital part of the youth program at FUMC until his unexpected death in 2001. He was such a wonderful man and positive role model for all he came in contact with. David spoke in the service and mom and I cried. We brought lots and lots of tissues but I managed to use only one and not to mess up my make-up too bad. He recognized Mark and Sircar, his ‘brothers’ and partners in crime. He thanked our grandparents, both sets were able to be present at this event, and then he got to dad, mom and me. Begin the tear works. He said some pretty nice things about the three of us. The whole time he was talking, mom kept saying something about how he is practicing to be a politician. We would be an awesome team.

Pictures from this morning are posted on flickr: here.

David has had big shoes to fill in being my little brother. And I do believe he has managed to surpass my expectations. We are like black and white, so different from each other yet we go well together and compliment each other’s strengths and weaknesses. I’m an anal, ambitious go-get-er while he is more laid back. I remember mom and I speculating about how his senior year would go, boy were we wrong. He got involve with the Leadership Class, and I think that has been the best thing that has happened to him in a long time.

I am so proud of my little brother, even though he isn’t that little any more. We have grown closer now that we are farther apart. We go to concerts together all the time, and I’m pretty sure he looks up to me. I remember the story that mom tells about my first day of kindergarten. And how he was jealous that I got to go to school that he showed up dressed and with his backpack on so he could go too. He was adorable when he was little. My favorite toy of his was this plastic mat that we would play with cars on. That thing was so cool, and I was so jealous. I remember hating to have to go to his games. But the parents always made me go. And playing Legos together— we sure did make a big mess in the middle of his room. I remember when we were finally in High School together and I started showing him off to all my friends. Growing up together wasn’t so bad. We would play, wrestle and fight like siblings are supposed to.

All of this growing up on both our parts has made me really look at my life and how wonderful it is. I have the most amazing family and friends, and I am thankful everyday for their love and support. I’m curious as to what my parents are going to do now that they don’t have band, swim meets, soccer games or who know what to go to.

It is time for his adventure to begin.