Siblings Day 2015

My dad sent me an e-mail this morning with this picture attached:

Crap!  It’s Siblings Day?

Wait…

What exactly is that?

When did this even become a thing?

Naturally, I Googled it.. It’s official.  April 10th is Siblings Day Which is why I’m crankin’ out this post during the toddler’s naptime- since I didn’t buy them a card, a BBQ Set, a T-shirt, or anything really.  Don’t plan to, either.

 Wikipedia has some pretty cool info on the history of this day and where it’s celebrated.  Click here to learn more.

So here’s my sort of quick story.  I grew up with TWO older brothers that were born a year and 10 days apart from each other.  They’re  4 and 5 years older than me.

Pretty lucky, right? Only girl, the baby, two big protective brothers.. Well I may not have thought I was so lucky when I was a kid, but I sure do now.

Hey brothers, remember that time I had to chip-in my Christmas money from the grandparents to buy the Super Nintendo, which I wasn’t allowed to touch… because that gaming system belonged to {insert your best
whiny little girl tone here –>} “The Boys”.

 

My oldest brother (the one on the far left) joined the Army just after high school.
I was still in middle school and didn’t totally comprehend what was going on.  I was upset that he was leaving.

Good news, he’s still around, and the Army has taken him to some really beautiful, and some really interesting places.  I’m happy to see his pictures and hear his stories.

My second oldest brother (the happy blonde-haired guy, celebrating his wedding day) now lives just 2 miles from my house.  I tell you what, that really has its perks: like having a built-in baby sitter, an extra set of hands for heavy lifting, someone else to cook the turkey at Thanksgiving, oh and of course the close friendship!  He has mentored me and taught me about life more than anyone.  Some by just observing him, and some by actually calling me out and correcting my dumb behavior.

Being his personal taxi back in July of 2004, lead me to meeting my husband and daughter.  He’s the one who told me to “suck it up” and “quit being a baby” each of the times Mr. Awesome and I broke up while we were dating.

I don’t have any great trials to share that my brothers and I pulled through together.  I don’t have any exciting stories about super fun and memorable moments.  But I have hundreds, possibly thousands, of mundane moments I could share with you about growing up with those two as my brothers.

As the Paul Tripp quote goes:

I am thankful. Truly blessed, really. That my character has been shaped by these two (now) amazing men, that I get to call my brothers.