My brother is now a doctor. Technically, it’s called a DPT…a doctor of physical therapy. He graduated. From Northwestern. He’s a doctor. It’s crazy. I’m so incredibly proud of him.

We were speaking tonight as we were walking back from the bar we’d been hanging at and he was saying that he was feeling so spoiled. That there were so many accolades being heaped upon him…and I told him from the bottom of my heart that it was because he’d done something extraordinary. It was because of all his hard work for years that he deserved all the attention and all the love. He deserves it. He’s accomplished a feat that so very very few people do.

This is also 900 days of writing this blog…NINE hundred. It’s a much more minor personal milestone…but one that just feels appropriate in honor of my brother’s achievement.

That’s all I got tonight. We had a blast of a day with family. Love y’all.

Proud of you Scott!