A photo of me and Bud (my nickname for him) way back in the day representing an old school romper and Micky Mouse pajamas.
I can think back to summer nights like this just like it was yesterday. I miss being little, and not having to care about a thing in the world. I had a great childhood, no doubt about it, and looking back I would not want to change anything. I have two younger brothers, who I would circle the world and back for. Last week the oldest of my brothers turned sixteen. What?! Where has the time gone? I remember when I was bigger than him and bossed him around, just like a true big sister should. I used to force him to put on make up and dress him up for a fashion show. He used to follow me around everywhere, literally. He did not even talk to anyone, but me, for years. I did all of the talking for him, which used to make my mother so angry because he would tell me what he wanted and I would go tell my mother. It was not until he was older he finally started talking for himself. Now he towers over me, by almost a good foot. Speaking of feet, I am pretty sure two of my feet could fit in one of his shoes. His voice is now deeper, and now he sounds just like my dad, laugh and all. Size wise, I know I can no longer take him in a wrestling match like I used to be able to back in the good old days, but he is still scared of me. He knows his limits, and for some reason thinks I could beat him to the ground. Although, I would never in my life admit to him that he could take me, but I will just let him keep thinking how he does.
As we got older we grew close, just like our parents told us we would. Everyone heard it when they were younger from their parents, “Just wait until you are older, you will love your siblings whether you believe it now or not.” I know when my parents told me that back when World War III just down in the household I would just laugh at them and say I will never be friends with my brothers. Boy, was I wrong. I now love doing everything with them, especially the oldest one, just because we are closer in age and he has matured into a 16 going on 30 man pretty much (I swear he is older than me half the time). My youngest still has a lot to grow, but I love him the same none the less.
Now that my oldest brother is sixteen terrifies me. He now has his license and can hit the streets whenever. And boy do I now feel old. Not long ago I remember getting my drivers license picture taking, and then the feeling that you are invincible and on top of the world when that ID hits your hand. I am so proud of everything he has accomplished up to this point in his life. He has really grown into a great young man. I am so glad that we are as close as we are. I could not imagine my life without him, because he is always there for me when I need him, especially guy advice. I am also the only person he tells “I love you” to without having to force it out of him like my mom, aunts, and cousins have to (He says because he knows what I would do to him if he doesn’t say it. Like I said he is scared of me). I am tearing up just writing this. I love my brothers. I really could not of asked for better siblings.
However, the upside to him becoming legal. I now no longer have to drive everywhere, he owes me big time. He is now designated driver for mom and dad when we go out. Also, he has to deal with having to run all over the place for errands just like I did. Welcome to the club Bud.