This weekend I celebrated my baby brother’s 17th birthday with my family. I was four (and a half) years old when my baby brother was born and I can still remember how excited I was for him to arrive, although I was equally excited for the “Baby Alive” doll my grandparents gave me just a few days later. I mean the thing really ate and peed and pooped! I think my parents would have appreciated me putting my energy into taking care of the real brand new baby as opposed to a high maintenance doll but such is life right?!
My brother and I have not got along…perfectly, in fact we have fought…A LOT. It’s funny because in many ways we are exact opposites, which was exemplified when we went out to eat Mexican food on Saturday. I order my cheese enchiladas with ALL rice and no beans whereas he orders his beef and chicken enchiladas with all beans and no rice. When we were home alone after school he would call our mom at work to ask permission for the littlest things like if he could eat the last apple in the fridge or to take a bath whereas I sort of…just did whatever I wanted? I wonder why I was always grounded and he never way…hmmm. We had very different approaches yet in so many ways we are so similar.
Despite our differences, I have always viewed my brother as a source of stability in my life, which now that I think about it is sort of a strange way to view my younger brother. He’s been there in the worst times, the best times and all the times in between. He’s grown from the nerdy kid missing his two front teeth and singing Veggie tales to the super genius who scores a 5 on every AP test he touches. Plus he will totally make every situation more awkward and creepy…which is endearing in its own unique way.
I’m so proud of the person he has become and I can’t wait to see the amazing places he goes! Happy Birthday Peyton! I love you!