my pooky's birthday

My brother just turned 11 yesterday; I can't believe how fast time flies. I feel like it was just yesterday when I first saw him. He was so small, so fragile and beautiful. He had a scent to him that I was addicted to, that baby scent.  I watch him from the wee little baby, to his first steps, his first words, his cute little laughs, his cries, his first day of school, to his first crush. I continue to watch him grow and I get sadder every time. Pretty soon my hugs will be too embarrassing for him, he won't come to me just to be next to me; my Pooky is growing up. I tell him no matter how old is gets, he will always be my baby. I hope he knows how much I love him. I can't imagine when it's time for me to have kids of my own. That's why I want to capture every moment.