Baby Brother.

Thankful of the Day: It's 2:30AM and I'm writing a report, but it's alright because my baby brother is telling me all about his first week of college.


With my siblings, there are certain ages that I associate them with. In my mind, Baby brother (as opposed to Baller brother) is a preschooler. I think it's because that's the stage of life when I felt most responsible for taking care of him and found joy in it. Before that stage, I gave him his bottles, changed his diapers and sang him lullabies. After that stage, I packed his lunches, took him back-to-school shopping and bought his clothes. I actually didn't mind doing any of those things but when he was in preschool, I got to give him piggy-back rides and we would watch Full House together and he would hide behind me when Baller brother picked fights. Joy, comfort, solace.

Baby brother and I are seven years apart. I don't know how often siblings tell each other stuff, but I'm glad he'll still tell me about his roommates, dorm food, and classes. Girls, on the other hand...

And as our usual routine is when we part,

N---: oh fine

i love you too

grumble

:)

Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me
all the days of my life.
Psalm 23:6a