I am lucky to have one awesome brother. He’s three years younger than I am, so we’re not super close, but close enough where he can call me when he needs help with something and vice-versa.
Aren’t we adorable? I love my too-long shirt and weird headband.
When we were little I was always stealing his Lego and he would steal mine. We’d also get into fights over video games and anything we felt like fighting over.
It’s weird being the older sister and watching him grow up. Really, it just makes me feel old. He’s still trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life, but I’m always there when he needs help with registering for university, buying books, or something else.
My brother is pretty awesome, and I’m glad he’s mine.
Tomorrow: A picture of something that makes you happy