A Thank You To The Best Older Brother A Girl Could Ask For

A Thank You To The Best Older Brother A Girl Could Ask For

To a legend and an amazing brother, this one's for Harrison.

It's hard to put into words how thankful you could be for somebody. My older brother is the one of those people I can always turn to and is my best friend through it all.

Although we are hours apart studying for our futures, I know that Harrison is always a phone call away to edit my essays or cheer me up when I am having a bad day. No matter what the situation is, Harrison will drop what he is doing to help his little sister.

First and foremost, those of you who know me also know Harrison. We are the dynamic duo. We are two peas in a pod. Everybody is constantly telling me how lucky I am to have a brother like him, as if I didn't already know.

Growing up, we would be best friends one moment, and fighting the next. We played. We fought. We cried. We laughed. And at the end of everyday, we loved each other more than the last.

Having Harrison by my side through out my parent's divorce made things a lot easier. He would always make me laugh to take my mind off of things. Without his consistent humor, the entire process would have been much worse.

In 8th grade, I helped Harrison pack up to leave for college. I never talk about this day since it was one of the worst days of my life. My best friend left me to go become the successful person he was always meant to be. I no longer had someone to laugh with or fight with. His room was empty and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Even though we had phones and computers to video chat and text, it was never the same. There were no more iMovie videos, tutoring sessions that turn into screaming brawls, and scary movie nights.

It was hard to be happy for him when he was miles away and I was now an only child. I knew that I had to be strong, but how was I supposed to be happy when I knew that I would be coming home to his empty bedroom.

I knew that going into high school without my older brother by my side would be difficult, but he always made time for me and helped me whenever I needed him. I told him anything and everything. Sometimes, I told him too much. Either way, he was an ear that would listen to all my problems and I knew that no matter what I did he would always love me.

Thanksgiving became my new favorite holiday because he would fly home and things would feel normal again. Even though Thanksgiving was a week and Christmas was a month, it was only temporary and soon he would be back up at college.

During these times, I cherished every moment. The fighting became minimum and the bond became stronger.

Now, as a college student, I am constantly calling Harrison to talk about my day, revise my essays, and update him on anything going on in my life. Not only does Harrison help me with my work, he is always lending a hand to my friends and helping them with completely different subjects. I am so thankful for my built in tutor.

I am so excited to see what the future holds for my brother and I. He is studying to become a lawyer and I couldn't be prouder of his accomplishments. He is my role model and I am his number one fan. No one can beat Harrison Kay.

Happy 24th Birthday!

Love always, Your favorite sister,


Cover Image Credit: Marlee Kay via Facebook

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Dear Mom, I Hope You Know

I hope you know that I am here for you--until the very end.

Dear Mom,

I hope you know that I appreciate you.

You are the hardest working woman I know, continuously putting your family before yourself. Thank you for doing all of the tedious jobs that no one wants to do like keeping the house in order, cooking the food, and doing the laundry. Thank you for constantly putting up with my siblings and I. Thank you for always supporting us in our interests and hobbies. Thank you for investing in our daily lives and listening to our minor problems. Thank you for always loving us unconditionally.

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I hope you know I'm sorry.

I know I can be a big pain in the butt sometimes, and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for yelling at you, arguing with you, not listening to you, and making dumb decisions at times, but thank you for loving me anyways. Thank you for helping me stand back up, teaching me right from wrong, and pushing me to be the very best version of me.

I hope you know your love inspires me.

You live your life with a love that is contagious. Whether its nurturing love, tough love, friendly love, or romantic love, you have it all and you show it daily. The love you and Dad share is something I hope to find one day and the love you have for your family is evident in the way you constantly put us first.

I hope you know that you are my biggest role model and hero.

Ever since I was a little girl, you have been the person I have looked to in my life. You are strong, independent, confident, loving, supportive, and nurturing-- everything I strive to be as a woman and as a future mother. You give the best advice, even when I don't always take it. Though, I should know better by now because mothers always know best. Without you in my life, I honestly don't know where I'd be.

I hope you know that you are my best friend.

Not only are you my biggest cheerleader supporting me in everything I do, you are the person I talk to about everything, whether it's good or bad. I'm honestly so thankful for the relationship we share because I've had countless screwups and you literally give the best advice. Seriously, thank you for being the person I can count on at all times, at any time of the day or even night to just talk with. I mean we really do have some of the best conversations, best laughs, best cries (when needed), and the most fun watching cheesy chick flicks together or going on crazy shopping adventures.

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I hope you know that I am here for you--until the very end.

I don't mean to make you cry or anything -- even though you probably already are, but I want you to know that when the time comes, I'm going to be there for you just like all of these years you've been here for me. I will be there to support you, talk with you, laugh with you, cry with you, and love you for all of my life.

Honestly, I can't really imagine my life without you -- but it doesn't matter because I wouldn't be here without you, so here's to you.

Thank you for being you.

Love you lots!

Your daughter.

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Being The Middle Child Doesn't Mean You're 'Stuck' In The Middle Forever

Growing up as the middle child prepared me for future success.


They say that every middle child has a complex. That we feel like we are the most forgotten or how we feel as though no one really pays attention to us. Well, let me tell you one thing as a middle child myself being forgotten about is not a feeling that I avoid often. Growing up I was torn between two worlds. Trying to act like an adult with my older sister or being a rambunctious preteen with my younger brother.

When I was with my brother, I was always told that I was too loud, too crazy, just too much. Yet being around my sister I was looked down upon as the younger of the two and stuck always being not enough. Not mature enough, not working hard enough and not living up to her expectations. All my life I have felt like I was living in a shadow. My presence was always commented on of how I would be the class star because my older sister was amazing at chemistry, or how I must be so proud of myself because my grades were nowhere near the downward level of my brothers (sorry bub).

But through the shadow, I entered college. No one knew who I was and instead of fearing the unfamiliar I relished in the freshness of creating myself over again. Now I didn't go crazy and change my whole personality but day by day I crept out of my shell more and more. I made friends who knew me only as the girl in the Anthro class or the blonde down the hall. I wasn't anyone's sister and past reputations didn't matter to my new friends.

Academically I began to prosper. Taking classes where the professors not only took me seriously, but where they could care less if I had a stellar, or less than, sibling. They took my work and judged me from my edits to my attendance. My eyes were finally opened to the possibilities of being myself and not overshadowed by a previously taught sibling.

At home, my world began to change as well. At the dinner table on Sundays, it wasn't always the same question being asked around it was all three siblings talking about the interesting components that had made up our days. I would rant about the new book I was figuratively dissecting while my sister would talk about how she was literally dissecting organisms. My brother got to cheerfully narrate about his lacrosse practices and not one of our conversations would overlap the others in the context of what we were saying.

I began to become my own person and for the first time in a long time I felt like I was seen, and that I shone brightly in my new environment. Being stuck in the middle and forgotten about as a middle child may have its perks. But becoming an adult and finding confidence in yourself will make the shadow scurry away, illuminated by the brightness of within.

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