Today I'd like you to meet my brother, Brad. Everyone, Brad. Brad, everyone. And this is Brad's little honey, Erin. Erin, everyone. Everyone, Erin. Sometimes I call her Air-win because I'm stupid like that. Brad and Erin were high school sweethearts. Their prom and homecoming pictures still hang in the living room at my parents house and I smirk every time I see their baby faces with matching hot pink dress and tie because they were just sooooo cute.
But after graduation, they decided to go their separate ways: Brad to the academy for Montgomery County Fire & Rescue and Erin to study Physical Therapy at JMU. They dated other people for a couple of years and every couple of months I'd ask Brad who he was texting and he'd quickly say, "Oh, just Erin..." then change the subject. Suspicious, if you ask me.
So really, I don't think anyone was terribly surprised when they got back together last Christmas. It was kind of funny for me because I was 6 months pregnant and I was all, "Hey, Air-Win! I'm married and preggy now!" and here she is, all fresh and young and skinny like always. Such a little sprite. When they were in high school, Erin fit right into our family. That's hard for high school girls to do since dating at that age is usually awkward and emotional, but Erin was always fun. She still is. And what I love about them being together is that she just slid right back in to the family like that's just how it's supposed to be.
And Brad. I'm struggling to tell you about him because you really have to know him to get the full experience. If there was a pageant circuit for Early 20's Firefighters, he would win Mr. Congeniality, hands-down. (By the way, his platform would be Roadside Labor & Delivery. He delivered his first baby at 18 and quite a few more since then.) He's the life of every party, has an endless list of friends, and brings a general sense of hilarity with him wherever he goes. But underneath his good humor is a huge heart with a willingness to help people that extends fair beyond his firehouse duties. I'm glad he's my brother.
Erin and I planned to do some portraits of her last week but then we got Sandy'd out, so we tried again this past Tuesday. She wanted Brad to come along, too, but he does that whole Pain in the Neck thing where he's too busy to have a little fun with us - at least, that's what we told Erin. (Evil grin.) So Brad told her he was working overtime and blah blah only to show up at the park where we were shooting and join in on one of the most delightfully fun sessions I've ever had. You're a classy guy, Braddo. Classy.
I love you guys - enjoy your sneak peak and don't forget there are just over 30 shopping days until my birthday.