My brother just called me and I am thrilled beyond reason. I love my brother, he is 18, looks just like me, and so very much cooler than I was at 18. He goes to college, he drives a low ridin’ pimped out Civic, he’s in a fraternity, he wears Abercrombie. He also is in a barbershop quartet, goes to church, and sings in three school choirs. We older sisters love his split personality – he’s cool enough that he’s well liked (esp. by the ladies, whoa lordy), but still has a little dork inside. I like that he has depth, even if he likes to pretend he doesn’t.
Anyway, he had nothin’ special to say, and neither did I, but we talked for about half an hour and it was great. I love hearing from my sibs. Growing up means I value my four siblings more and fight with them less – the irony is that I also see them only a couple of times a year. Undoubtedly this is why we fight less, but I still sometimes wish they were closer. We’ll never all live under the same roof again, and that’s as it should be, and it’s also a little sad. But he called me today – the first time he’s ever called me randomly from school – and it made my day.
Yay! Isn\’t it fun when your sibs grow up and they start acting more like adults? It is great that you can now have an actual conversation instead of fighting over who gets the bathroom next! 🙂 Tell your brother he sounds cooler than most of us at eighteen! HA.