I love my little brother.

My brother is one of my favorite people.
In the whole world.

He was born when I was 11 years old, and he has always been really special to me.

You see, I had prayed EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. for THREE YEARS for a baby brother.
God's honest truth.

And it was a surprise to everyone when my mom found out she was expecting.
Well, except for to me....

                    I  just knew it was that baby brother I had ordered.

He was always my little buddy.
My shadow. 
My secret keeper. 
(I was a teenager after all)
Dirt bike riding in Mom's new jacket?? 
With my four year old brother on the back of my boyfriend's bike???
Who me??


 We have always been there for each other.

 We are each other's biggest fan.

 We have very different personalities.
We have different world views.
We lead very different lives.
But it doesn't matter.
We love each other to pieces.

When Gianna has surgery after surgery, my brother sends me the most encouraging texts.
Literally, at the moment where I feel I could cry from exhaustion, and worry, I will get a 
"You can do this Sis" kinda text from him.

When I am overwhelmed with life with 4 little ones he lends a sympathetic ear.
He loves all my kids.
The girls favorite presents come from my brother.
He doesn't have his own little girl, yet he has the uncanny ability 
to make a little girls dream come true with whatever he buys them.

Recently, he spent 2 hours walking in the rain in his neighborhood looking for my son's birthday package that I had delivered to his house.
The Fedex guy had delivered it to the wrong door, and he spent HOURS looking for it.
In the rain.
For me.
That's the kinda guy he is.


My brother is, and always will be God's special gift to me.
I love you Jimmy!

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