When I was little I loved playing sports rather than playing with barbies. In particular I enjoyed playing tackle football on our front lawn and watching football games with the boys. I dd in fact have my girly phase but I never turned down the opportunity to play catch or play Madden on xbox. I was horrible at both but still enjoyed the smiles I shared with my brothers.
Growing up with all brothers meant I never had to worry about sharing a room, fighting over clothes or fighting over boys. The only clothes I ever shared were t-shirts with my brother when we were the same size. I loved wearing his sports shirts. I always had someone to fight with and someone to laugh with. No matter what my brothers were always my biggest supporters. They are always brutally honest with me when it comes to eating habits and outfit choices. I tend to get to mad at first but I know they do it out of love.
Most importantly growing up with all brothers mean’t having best friends. We grew up together and have almost all the same interests thats why we all click. We use to do everything together and now that we are all older we are not always together. It doesn’t matter because we all come back together at home when we can. Like they say home is where the heart is and I can’t express how much that is true.
Over the years I have watched several families lose a brother and I can’t ever imagine the feeling of losing one of mine. I never take my brothers for granted and I make sure to always spend time with them when I can. Having all brothers means I will always be protected and cared for. I love my brothers more than anything and I am so beyond blessed to call them my best friends.
