My baby bro and my baby girl!

My brother is in week 7 of his basic training with the RAF, I'm so proud of him. After this, he'll be spending 4 months on his trade training, he wants to become a chef. I hope he makes it. He'll be 20 in June and so far has been a bit of a layabout, he left school and didn't bother really to find work. He finally found a part time job at Starbucks and stayed with them until the RAF thing came up.

I was 10 when when brother was born, he was a lovely baby and holding him for the first time, I knew I definitely wanted to be a Mother one day. I used to look after him in the evenings, used to take him to the park every Sunday on my own. We would take 50p to buy some Lemonade and a pack of biscuits from the Co-Op and we'd be out for hours. I miss that little boy.

Here he is, 20 years later holding my baby - he's home for the weekend so we went to visit so he could see how much the girls have grown up. He's all grown up now!