Ohhh my Bro!

I have the most amazing little brother in the whole entire world!!  You may have seen his picture pop up in my previous posts before, but I have yet to really share just how wonderful he is.  Not only is he funny and cute, but he is also very sweet.  The older he gets, the more helpful/sweet he becomes.  Talk about the lil charmer in training.

I have always thought that having an older brother would have been the coolest thing in the whole world. Someone to rough house around, play football, go fishing, shove me off the pier, teach me to drive, fight off all the guys, my best friend, and knight in shining armor.  Just the idea of being a little sister to a brother, and being his “Little girl”, well it has always been a dream (I guess that’s what you would call it) of mine.  Of course being the oldest child, the only way that would have been able to work is through adoption, but this never held me back from dreaming.  However, over the past year or so, my mind has started to change.  I love having a younger brother!  When he was younger, I had a hard time getting past the fact that he was a bit of an annoyance at times, constantly busting into my room without knocking, or digging in my stuff as his curiosity got the better of him.  As with all things in life though, crazy little boys, grow up to be big boys, then young men and eventually, if raised right, God fearing, Hard working men.  Praise the lord Sam is still yet just in the big boy phase and I don’t have to worry about running off any young girl yet.  I am preparing myself though and a little girl in our church is making sure to keep me watching with eyes wide open!  The little 4 year old that goes to our church has some plans in the young mind of hers, and is counting down days till Sam can have a wife ;)

I of course totally do not approve of Sam ever growing up and leaving (ever) at this point… then who will give me free back massages?!  Yesterday, I went out and did a bunch of mulching with my Dad, and I only work shoveling one way, then dump the wheel barrow in the exact same direction, causing some stress to muscles that have not been used that much in quite a while.  So tonight Sam offered to give me a back massage, and actually kept it going for a good solid 20 minutes or so.  Now I wonder, would an older brother have done the same?   Would I even have wanted an older brother to walk on my back, then sit there karate chopping it? I am not quite so sure that I would have been up for that, even if he was still around to do so. So I come to the conclusion that God works in mysterious ways, and I am never letting Sam leave. God provided me with a massage therapist and I plan on keeping him! :p I’ll remind him that since I helped take care of him as a baby… he can now help take care of me in my ripe old age of almost 19 ;)