My baby brother was born.
13 years. Whoa. When did that happen?
13 years of trial and error.
13 years of anger and love.
13 years of fights and good times.
I don't know what to say. I don't think that any blog post can sum up 13 years with one of my best friends. Sure, about 50-75% of the time, we wanna kill each other, but the rest of the time, he gets me like no one else. He's been places I've been. He's seen things I've seen. He understands things no one else in this world could understand. The hurt. The sorrow. The love. The jokes. The secrets. the crazy parents. He's been by my side through it all. And I know that no matter what, no matter how huge the fight, no matter how nasty the words, he's still gonna be there to the very end. Because he's my brother. And I wouldn't change him for anyone in the world. He's probably not gonna see this, but I want him to know that I love him and that no matter what he does, no matter what trouble he's in, or no matter how bad he's hurt, I'll always be here for him. (:
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Lucky you, I got stuck being the younger sibling
ReplyDeletetell brandon i said happy birthday. (:
ReplyDeleteand i like to think Liv loves me like this. haha jkk .
ha, I like being the older sibling.
ReplyDeleteAnd of course she does, Erica. She might just not show it all the time. LOL.
Of course you would like being the older sibling
ReplyDeleteIs that supposed to mean something? lol
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