Thursday, January 28, 2010

Brothers and Sisters

Yesterday was my brother's birthday. He is now 45 years old. I teased him, called him an old man and that AARP were going to be knocking on his door soon. Being the big joker and teaser that he is, he told me that after they came to visit him, they would be coming to my house.

My brother is almost 12 years older than me. He was just shy of his 12th birthday when I was born. I was a late baby. My mom always said that she wanted a little girl and prayed and prayed that God would give her a girl. And here I am.

I must say having an older brother is awesome. Especially having one that is that much older than me. For one, he could drive me places. I remember many times he could take me to play put put golf, to Chuck E Cheese, and even the water park. He claims it made it easy to pick up girls back then. The sweet older brother doing stuff for his younger sister. Now that I think about it, he did always find some girl to talk to while we were out.

Another thing is that we didn't have the typical brother and sister fights. There was nothing for us to fight over. He let me come in his room, play his board games, even talk to his then girlfriends on the phone. This is why now I get so flustered and have no clue how to deal with my own 2 fighting. Me and my brother never fought as kids growing up. He got married the summer before I turned 10. So it was almost like I was an only child, except he and his wife just moved a modular home on our land. I got to see him every day.

My brother taught me to play softball, to catch pop ups, he took swim lessons with me so I wouldn't be so scared. He even took me to see An American Tail when he had just gotten back from his honeymoon. He was the one who came and got me from school when our mom died. He helped me with my homework almost every night, and when my 2nd grade class needed some ornaments for the class Christmas tree. It was my brother who made 25 wooden hearts, that he cut out, painted and then stenciled the student's name on them.

My brother is the biggest joker ever. He's the brother that will hold you down and tickle you until you 1. Pee your pants or 2. Hyperventilate. He did this one time and accidently spit his gum in my then long long hair. He panicked knowing our mom would get mad at him for "hurting the baby". He thought he could just snip out the gum. He apparently forgot to use peanut butter. It didn't end so well. We had to take a couple of inches off to match up where he cut my hair.

I know lots of people think having siblings so far apart would mean they wouldn't be close. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Me and my brother are as close as any siblings can be.

I don't care if we are 70 and 82. He will always be my Bubba.

Happy Birthday Bubba.


AiringMyLaundry said...

This was such a sweet read.

Happy Birthday to your brother!

MBC Scrapbooking said...

Very sweet post:) Just found you from MckForum and wanted to say hi!

Jennifer Juniper said...

Bubba looks like a great big bro! I had all little brothers, so just imagine all those same photos with a girl holding a boy :)

Julie Danielle said...

What a sweet post! It seems like such a special thing to have that age difference.