squawk squawk squawk

this is my brother. his name is mikey {{ but he'd rather go by 'mike' or 'dj mikezor' }}

he's a baller


he just graduated from high school and most recently fulfilled the requirements to become an eagle scout.


he's been a part of bsa since he was six.

my bro thinks he's pretty bad ass. and, he's right.
he also happens to be a pretty decent young man.



i love my little brother. very much.

we {{his family }}are very very proud of him.

b and i got to attend his eagle scout court of honor on our first weekend back in california.



scout master fog was in attendance.
{{high fives all around }}



little known fact: i was a girl scout until junior high when it became tragically uncool. so, {{ with great haste }} i quit. cross stitching, camping, roasting smores & sewing quilts was not considered hip {{glad these things have made a resurgence in my life... well, except camping }}i'm so glad my little bro stuck it out and stayed committed. i hope that he can continue to pick the unpopular thing when he knows it's the right thing. i am glad my daughter gets to grow up with such an uncle.



a excerpt from b's section "the voice of the eagle" read aloud while perched above the congregation
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And now, that you are standing at the summit of the trail, in the glory of sunshine and wind and cloud at the threshold of your goal, we applaud you and welcome you, for you have done your climbing in a true Scout-like manner.

here's to melodramatic rights of passage,
erin