I was always sad growing up that I didn’t have a sister. I wanted one really bad. I figured if I had a sister I would always have a best friend and someone that I could talk to that would listen no matter what and not think I was totally crazy. Or if she did she would still love me anyway. I wanted someone that could help me pick out clothes and do my hair, because I am obviously not the best that that.
Instead I only had a brother. He did not help me pick out clothes, or do my hair. But, he taught me how to play football and basketball. He taught me how to not be afraid of spiders. He taught me how to fight, and he would have late night talks with me when I really needed them. We did not always get along and for awhile we barely spoke, but no matter what, if we were in trouble the other one was there. I am still a little sad that Lauren doesn’t have a sister either, but like me, she has brothers, and not just one, but two. Also like me (thank you Mel), she already has good friends that can do her hair and give her clothing advise because again that is not me.
So with all this talk about brothers, I have to share some pics I have been collecting of my two that are lucky enough to each have a brother that they can go through life with and share all those boy things with. Here you go-They may kill me if they ever see this:
And because they do this all the time no matter what, they now get to sleep in the same room with separate beds (thank you Nancy), however I’m pretty sure they still end up together most of the time. I’ll update you via pictures once I complete a thorough investigation on this subject.