Thank god for brothers

Most people don't know but I have an older brother. He's two years older than me and sometimes a pain in my rear end. But overall as much as I said "I hate you!" as a kid, I love my brother more than anything. 
As kids, we shared a bedroom for years!!! I remember we had this tiny tv in our room and we would watch old western movies and summer of the monkey's on it over and over. After a classic Lone Ranger film we would grab our pretend guns, I threw on my brothers jeans and a baggy t-shirt and we would sit at our table with pencils as our cigars, oatmeal in water for "grits" and water as our "beer" hahahaha Classic Times! 

I always get questions from parents about how my brother felt growing up with a sister having only one arm and honestly I've never really asked him. 
In high school if someone were to ever say anything I knew he'd defend me and protect me. But growing up there was nothing that I couldn't do. As kids we played together in the dirt, snow, mud. Once we decided to "run away" from home and so we grabbed out basic necessities you know... like my leap frog and his guns and we walked down our long lane, sat down, and I think we sat there for a few hours then decided we were hungry or something. I have so many good memories with my brother like filling up a big jug full of worms after it rained. 

And then high school happened.... I started getting girly, liking fashion and doing pageants and we got along a little less. I think this happens to most siblings but one thing I always knew was that my brother would protect me no matter what. 

Sure you aren't always going to get along perfectly with a sibling but don't forget to Thank God for them. 

Yesterday I went to my brothers to shoot his gun and it reminded me how lucky I am to have been blessed with him as my brother. 
When I was shooting we ran into the issue of my arm not being steady because I don't have another one to hold onto it with. My brother so kindly said to me "we will figure out a way, try this" 

As I left my brothers house I am sure he didn't know how much it meant to me that he tried to help me figure out a way. But his kindness and compassion for his little sister was the sweetest thing. 

Sure brothers are going to get on your nerves more than once, they will come barging in your room when you don't want them to. They will steal your phone to get the scoop on the boy you like so that they can know where to find him if he hurts you. And they are going to get the guns out to clean when you have your first date. They will tell you how they don't like the boys you date and in my case how much of a man they are not! (Also listen to your brother when he says this because brothers really can tell the difference between a boy and a man.) And while at the time you might hate it and he will be on your last nerve. In all reality later in life when you learn to appreciate it all and you begin to understand that your brother only wants the best for you. You will see how blessed you are that God gave you a brother. 

So to my brother....
As much as you get on my nerves sometimes and I know I get on yours too, I am extremely grateful to have you as my brother. Thanks for protecting me, for being extremely picky about the guys I go on dates with, thanks for putting me in my place when I lose sight of what's important in life. Thanks for being a loving, thoughtful, and compassionate person and for helping me figure out a way to do something one handed. You are pretty cool I guess. Love Ya! 

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