Sometimes I can’t believe, or maybe it’s just that I don’t want to believe, how quickly time has flown by. Today was my younger brother’s 21st birthday, which is a landmark for any American
I chose the picture above because it is a great depiction of his personality. He always seems to be trying to make someone laugh. At times he gets a little hyper, like I do. We have the same accent, which for some reason my sister doesn’t have. We look more alike than my sister and I. We are closer in age too. He was always so much shorter than I was and was always just my little brother. Now he’s so much taller than me!
Although this is a terrible picture of me when I had braces and was still an awkward teenager, it’s a great pic to illustrate just how much smaller he was than me. It was in 2007, which doesn’t seem all that long ago. We went to Harlaxton, England, which is a couple of hours north of London by train. That was an awesome trip
He’ll be a sophomore in college this year, which is even weirder because I can remember like it was just yesterday waiting for the bus in the freezing cold with my little brother. I’ll never forget the time when I was pretending to punch him in the nose on the bus and then I accidentally did hit his nose. It started bleeding. He went to the front of the bus and got paper towels. He didn’t rat me out Another time, we were at a baseball game and he and his little friend were throwing pebbles at me and I was getting so annoyed. I kid you not, I picked up a single rock, threw it, and it hit my brother square on the forehead. It must have hit a large blood vessel because blood started running down his face profusely. I was crying and ran to get napkins from the concession stand. While I was helping him hold the napkins on his forehead to keep the bleeding down, I walked him over to the first aid station where he got a band aid for the wound. Again, he did not tell on me.
My brother and I had such a different relationship than my sister and I. My sister and I were and are best friends and she was always the one I looked up to. I always felt a need to protect my little brother. I remember defending him on the school bus whenever someone teased him about his height. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, crying because I had a dream that someone had hurt my brother.
As we’ve both grown older, I haven’t seen much of him in the past few years. We’ve both been busy with school and growing up in general, but he’ll always hold a special place in my heart. I’ll always feel a need to protect him and spoil him. Honestly, he doesn’t know anything about me having OCD. Besides when I’m blogging, I only talk about my personal issues with my mother, sister, and my boyfriend. It’s rare when I share it with anyone else. It doesn’t mean that we’re close. It’s just a different relationship.
I hope you have a great birthday baby brother. Don’t grow up too fast
Thanks for reading everyone.