he ain't heavy, he's my brother

scott being home is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.

after he was released, we went home and scott headed downstairs to change. he came back up in his old jordan basketball shorts and black tube socks with a plain gray t shirt and it was like he never left.

the difference of scott pre-mission, to now is shocking.

they say missionaries change people, but i'd like to think that missionaries save people. not like there was anything wrong with scott before he left, he was nearly perfect. the best big brother a girl could ask for. but that boy i knew two years ago is nothing compared to the man i see now. him being worried about coming home, just afraid of the world, makes me wake up. i forgot the big picture, and i think we all do. but right now scott has the big picture as his only picture, and how deep of a reminder that is to me.

of course he's still in his awkward, weird stage... but we're slowing bringing him up to speed. we did some music appreciation, forced a phone into his phone, but to be honest.. the old scott will never be back, but the new scott is such a stronger spiritual man that is the prime example of what any man his age should be.

welcome home scott.

let's party