My brother is 6 years older than I am, and I used to think that perhaps that was one of the big reasons for the weird relationship we have. When I was little, he was always really good about having to tow me around everywhere and was always making sure I stayed out of trouble. (Not like I could ever find it! I was a delightful child. Ask anyone.) But somewhere along the line, things changed.
When my brother became a teenager the entire dynamic in our household changed. He was impossible to deal with and was always in trouble for something. For a very long time all we ever did was fight with each other. It didn't get much better after he moved out. For a long time I didn't even speak to him or see him, because I couldn't handle being around him. I was so utterly disappointed with the way he chose to live and his behavior.
From the age of about 10 or 11, I had to be the big sister to my sister AND my brother. I was the first one to do everything, because my brother had messed everything up. I was the first one to go to college, the first one to buy a car, the first one to start a career. I didn't mind being the responsible, grown up one... I just kind of feel like he got ripped off.
But today, something brilliant happened. He finally beat me to the punch on something. My big brother, whom I thought would never get his head on straight, got engaged! I can't even tell you how happy I am for them. I'm proud of you, brother. Now I will finally get to follow your lead for once.
PS: Picking out engagement rings really is as fun as it sounds, ladies! Even if it is not for you. Apparently I have excellent taste in bling, so if you should ever need advice I am available for consultations.
PPS: I really want a diamond. Really, really bad. It would be pretty okay if there were a man that came with the deal too. I'm just putting it out there, people.
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