When I was younger, if there were some sort of title for “World’s Worst Big Sister” I’m sure I would have gotten it. I guess it’s why I try so hard to be nice to my little brother these days. Over the years he went from the cute-little-annoying bug to being the big-tall-larger-than-life-awesomemest-dude-alive.
When he was 3 going on 4, he followed me about the place. Sadly, my legs were too long for him to keep up with in those days. Now when I stand in front him my head doesn’t even brush the top of his shoulder. His legs are the sort of long mine will never be in this life.
One of his steps is twice one of mine. Still, he never leaves me behind. He still follows me about. This is how I know that he’s always going to be a way better person than me.
On mornings (like this one) when I wake up feeling blue, it takes him all of 10 seconds and a silly grin to set me straight. I swear this dude has magic.
Sharing a quick moment with you while I’m on the go.