When you were a baby,

I used to love the feeling of your whole hand

barely grasping my one finger.


Mom and I used to lean over you and envelop you with our hair.

I don’t know that you’ve laughed like that since then.


I miss my baby brother.

I miss yelling at you,

I miss the way you used to cry when you spilled water.

You were always a little younger than you thought.


I wish you’d let yourself be the kid you are.

There’s a lot of scary stuff out there, Stooch.

Responsibility, consequences…

And they’ll catch up to you, no matter

how fast your track-stud legs will take you.


I (crazy) love you.


Baby boy, you drive me insane.

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Hi, I'm Marian.
By day, I'm a PR maven with a nerdy affinity for research and branding. By night, I'm an explorer; I delve into books, food, design, and the murky waters of my own psyche, then share my musings here.





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