"Wow, I can't stand my little brother. He is so annoying." "I wish I were an only child."
None of these statements are statements I can, or ever will be able to, relate to. When God decided I needed a life-long best friend, I truly feel that he took his thorough time creating my little brother. I was a young child when I found out that I was gaining a sibling, but I can remember praying and praying for a little brother. I would lay in my Cinderella nightgown, tucked into my Cinderella sheets, fold my tiny hands, and whisper to God "please give me a perfect brother." My, oh my, did my God answer. God not only answered my prayer for a brother, but for a perfect one. From the cowlick on the back of his head, his looming height, his kind and selfless heart, to the freckles that dance across his nose and waltz unto his cheeks, he is perfect.
Although I am older than my brother, I have learned so many things from him. He has taught me that you never really grow up; you just become a taller, smarter, and sassier version of your childhood self. When we were little, we would launch Barbie and G.I Joe 3 feet by slamming the rev'd-up-Barbie-car into the curb. Today, we have more fun playing with my little cousin's action figures than he does. My brother has also taught me that it is perfectly fine to not always be right and that it is ok to accept that you are wrong and move on. He has taught me that it is acceptable to upset, but it is not ok to take it out on everyone. The most important thing my little brother has taught me is that it is ok to do things outside of your comfort zone, or things that not everybody accepts because "you are the best you."
My brother does not boast his successes, he awaits and tells them in a humble way. Arguments do not exist with him, but rather thoughtful discussions; discussions that typically end with him using his six foot, five inch stature to his advantage and trapping me until I give him a hug to reassure him that I am no longer angry. My brother is supportive of any and everything I do, even when everybody else is skeptical. He is an open-minded, openhearted person that does not judge, but accepts all around him. Finally, my brother knows more secrets than my diary, before I even write them down, I tell him.
I am my brother's best friend and he is mine. There is not another soul in this universe that I would rather wake up at 7 am with to run into the living room on Christmas morning. There is no other person that I would rather have 80's hairband air-concerts with. No one else could ever match the amount of fun we have when the two of us go to Busch Gardens and run from ride to ride as if it were our first time going there. There is not a laugh that makes me laugh harder than my brother's, and there is no one that can make my gut hurt from laughter quite like my brother.
The scripture says in 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails." This verse describes my brother in every line and I am truly blessed to have him; I am truly blessed to have such a selfless, honest, brilliant, respectful, polite, and all-around wonderful person as my little brother.
