My Brother and I

I guess I should probably explain the relationship between my brother and I. He was born three years before me, but we have been very close ever since I was brought in to the world. My favorite baby picture even includes him. It is a picture of him holding me while I was asleep. I may upload a picture of it so you can see! I would have to say it is pretty adorable. :) He and I have been through a lot together! I have looked up to him, ever since I was a little girl. So, here goes my story.

He has helped me get through many things; the biggest being our parents divorce. We went to the same elementary school, and went to the counselor every day together. It helped us both a lot, knowing we could talk to her together. I think it made it a little less scary for us. I don't think he liked it somedays, because if I got upset I would throw my stress ball and hit him with it. He always got me back though. It was really hard on me when he left the school.

Outside of school we would ride bikes together, play football, and he taught me how to skateboard. I never got the hang of skating, but it was fun while it lasted. One day, all of us neighbor kids were racing our bikes around the block...and with me being the only girl, they were letting me win. I ended up looking behind me to see how far ahead I was, and ran into a parked pick-up. It was not very fun, but my brother was very helpful and got me home so I could get my foot wrapped up. I learned a lesson that day; always wear shoes when riding a bike. Another time, he was playing football at a friends and I was just sitting there watching. He ended up stepping in a hole and breaking his foot. Being his little sister, I was freaking out. I did help him get home though! :)

The year after we moved to Belle Fourche, we got robbed. I never wanted to go into the basement alone after that. I was scared to death that someone would be down there and take me away. He always went down there with me, no matter what he was doing, and it meant a lot. He ended up helping me conquer my fear of basements, and now I don't think they are as scary!

He has been here for me, more than anyone in my life has. I am greatful to have such an amazing older brother to help me through life. I couldn't ask for a better brother to share my memories with, and even if I could...I wouldn't. I mean, my little brother is pretty great...but he will never stand a chance with my older brother. :)

Thinking about all of these memories helps me with his deployment. If I am upset, I can just think of them and it eventually boosts my mood. We talk about a lot of them, too, which I think helps him get through tough times over there as well! We have such a great connection, and no one could ever tear us apart. I can't wait until he comes home, so we can make more ever-lasting memories together. I am honored to be his little sister!! :)