Da Count: Siblings

Many years ago a little 5yr old boy told his mommy that he was getting a sister for Christmas. His mommy said he was getting a brother. The little boy adamantly said "Jesus told me I am getting a baby sister." His mommy said " You will need to discuss that with Jesus" BUT that little boy was right because on Christmas eve of that very year his baby sister came home.

I don't talk much about The Brother I guess because he is overshadowed by Mr. Nephew and Beautiful Baby but I have to say I am very thankful for him.
Not all people get along with their siblings, especially siblings that are 5 1/2 years older than they. My brother and I always had a very close relationship.
He has always been overprotective of me even to the point of threatening peoples lives if they looked at me wrong.

Now don't get me wrong, he did his fair share of aggravating me and I returned the favor, but it was just typical sibling interaction.
Because of our age difference we didn't really "play" together alot but one of my favorite memories is one day when The Dad had bought a pile of sand for the yard and it had not be distributed yet so it became the GI Joe army base. My brother and I played for hours building caves and roads for the American Hero. There was even a helicopter pad on the very top.
When we were abit older he would take me to the movies and let me hang out with his friends some times.

When I was 13 or 14 he moved to where we both live now. It happened so quickly that I didn't have time to blink. Part of me was excited for him because he was getting out of the small town in which we grew but the other part really really missed him. He had been my cool factor for so long and now I had no connection.


For the next few...or not so few years The Brother was this distant relation that was supercool to visit because he lived in his own place and in a cool city. It became like I was almost an only child since he rarely came home to visit. The Brother was still on a pedestal though at that time. I remember a visit I had with him while I was still a teenager and he had start smoking and was not the perfect brother I remembered. I cried. I rarely cry in front of people. His pedestal cracked some and I didn't know what to do.
BUT
Then came The Sister in Law or aka The Sister. She brought him back around to who he used to be plus I grew up in my realizations as well. I still say she is one of the best things that ever happened to him. The second best things was fatherhood!
The pedestal is bright and shiny again because The Brother is a fabulous father! There is no doubt ever that he loves his boys. He is a very hands on father and makes sure they get to spend time with him and that they are learning the lessons they need to know to not be brats. (Which is very important to this Imp)
Those boys love their father and it is definitely the type of relationship I wish for my future children with their father.
Since I have now moved to the city where my brother lives we have once again gotten closer and I have gained a sister and two beautiful nephews in the process. I would never want any other sibling than the one I have!