If I'm being honest, growing up as the only girl in the family wasn't always sunshine and rainbows. In fact, it was more like dirty socks and sitting on the sidelines of numerous sporting events. My two brothers could either be my best friends or my worst enemies, depending on the day.

We certainly had our ups and downs growing up under the same roof, but I wouldn't trade our relationship for anything in this world. The two little boogers have taught me that someday, I hope to have sons just like the wonderful men they are both becoming right before my eyes.

Both of them exhibit the kind of passion that anyone would consider admirable. Whether it's attending every soccer practice without (too much) complaint or traveling long and far for show choir competitions on the weekend, they follow through with the things they're passionate about.

They may be younger than me, but they bring a certain sense of comfort. Whenever I'm home, I love catching up with them on what's going on in their life. You miss a lot when you're not there to see them every day after school or know what their plans are every weekend. I find striking similarities between myself and both of them, though they possess such different personalities themselves.

Although they don't think hanging out with their big sis is the coolest thing in the world, I cherish when I get to spend an afternoon at a coffee shop with one, or a sunny beach day splashing at the lake with the other. Being the oldest, I've watched them grow up from babies to young men, and I'm not going to lie- it's not easy to watch them evolve.

I knew them when they could barely talk, or count, or tie their own shoes, and I often miss their younger days; I know it will be the same when I have children of my own someday.

My two younger brothers may not know it, but I don't know where I'd be without them. They continually teach me lessons about myself and life in general. I can only hope that someday I'll have my own sons, just like them.