The Little Things

    So it's that time again... yep, time to go back to school. Huzzah! But really, I'm actually super amped to have Baylor restored to its normal, bustling self and to be able to see the awesome faces of my beautiful friends again. However, there is something else that accompanies this time of the year (it's not nearly as cheery), and that is saying goodbye. Now I have been in Waco all summer and have not really had a decent amount of time to spend with my family, but I'm not sure if that makes this goodbye any easier. If I'm being entirely honest, it sucks knowing that this week is all I will really get to spend with them before school starts back up again, but you want to know the wonderful thing? I get a week with my family, and hey, that is better than nothing. 

My family has never really been big on spending "quality" family time together, but that does not go to say that we do not enjoy one another's company. I think we really just get sick of one another if we stay in the same room for more than an hour or so (makes family time a little hard, eh?). But let me tell you, that hour kicks most other hours in the behind. It doesn't matter if we are watching Doctor Who, or having impromptu photo shoots, it is just lovely to be in their company. It's safe to say that I will miss them greatly, and that this goodbye will be just as hard as the previous ones. 

*And yes, I'm writing this post in between one of those hours in which we tolerate one another. Sometimes all you need is some chocolate almond milk, a comfy bed, and Jimmy Eat World. *


Now enough of that mushy stuff. That impromptu photo shoot I mentioned earlier is what I am really here to talk about. After rolling out of bed this morning, and very gracefully walking into my mother's bedroom, my younger brother Bretton, aka Bret, comes flying out of the bathroom in this oddly fashionable outfit that accentuated his quirky personality and goofy smile. I meant to say "good morning," but instead I heard myself say "I'm taking pictures of you for my blog." Luckily for me, he readily agreed. I hastily threw on my shoes and the two of us ran out to the street and I began snapping away with my horribly mangled iPhone. Keep in mind, I do not claim to be a photographer, so do not expect some spectacular works of art, I just wanted to document his gnarly outfit. So after rolling around in the street and looking like a couple of maniacs, this is what we came up with. Enjoy.

Let us all admire that choo choo train tie clip. 

My personal favourite. 

It's the little things like laughing with your kid brother in the middle of the road that make life worth cherishing. And it's little things like this that I plan to fill the remainder of my week with my family with. Now I do believe I've been in hiding for long enough. Time to go inhale some glorious vegan meal that my lovely mother has concocted. 

Until next time.

-Caitlin.