Right, let's get one thing straight: I am not known as an overly emotional person. In fact, I daresay I'm usually known as a very unemotional person. I'm either graver than gravy or laughing nonstop. It's not super common for there to be an in-between.
That being said, I do have emotions. I just don't usually like to express them, especially if I'm sad or embarrassed or frustrated. And I definitely do NOT cry in front of people, unless I'm at my wit's end.
I also love my family a whole lot. And when emotions and family combine, well...you get an emotional blog post.
My little brother is turning twelve tomorrow. He's my only brother, and he's stuck right in the middle: two older sisters, two younger sisters. It's rough for him, but he manages to put up with it pretty well.
He and I like the same kind of things, so we can have pretty interesting, intelligent conversations. However, there is a four-year age difference, so figuring out how to put these interests to practical use is usually a bit of a mess. He likes acting out, I like writing down. Over the years, we've eventually developed a pretty effective system: I narrate what he's supposed to be doing (which usually has something to do with a book or movie we both like) and he acts it out. Meanwhile, I take notes and write down a really, really basic storyline so we don't have to restart every time.
My brother is an amazing artist and storyteller. He's really attentive when it comes to detail, especially when drawing. He's also been taking karate for six or seven years, and he's pretty good (he has a blue belt, at least, and I don't think that's something to sneeze at). He's played the piano for a couple years as well, but his former teacher moved, and he only started them up again quite recently.
He's also very much a boy. He makes and laughs at gross jokes, he always talks about his "dislike" for girls, and he gets all wide-eyed when he sees a sword fight. At the same time, he's really quite mature and extremely smart. He cares about his family and is very protective of his sisters, especially the younger ones. He always tries his best to do what's right and to keep everyone happy.
I remember when he was born. I was four years old and had a nasty cough. I remember my parents telling me that I wouldn't be able to hold him for a while because of that, unless I wore a surgical mask. I don't really remember what happened that day until going to the hospital and seeing him. He looked different than I thought he would. And it was a weird experience because my sister was born almost two months before I turned two, so I remember absolutely nothing about her birth. But my brother was different. It was the first time I could really appreciate having a new sibling.
For almost four years, it was just the three of us. And quite honestly, I think we all thought that would be the end. Just the three of us. That obviously didn't happen, but we're glad it didn't.
Happy birthday, bud.
I hope your day is as awesome as you.
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