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Friday, June 8, 2012

Damn, my brother's getting old.


I know I have mentioned my brother a couple of times on zee blog but I have never really gone into detail about my brother. Mostly, because he would kill me if he knew I blogged about him.
However, today I am dedicating an entire post to him and he won't even know it because I don't think my brother even knows that I have a blog.

Where do I even begin about my dear, sweet, precious brother?
My brother is almost five years older {I like to emphasize the world older as much as I can} and so we never got to be in the same school as one another or have the same friends  and all that jazz.
Just as I was entering middle school, he was leaving. Just as I was entering high school, he was graduating. Which, in a way really sucked for me, because that little effer left a mess for me to clean up and I had to suck up to some teachers so they would see that I was obviously such a sweet angel compared to him :).

I kid, I kid.

Ok, fine I'll be serious now.

I introduce to you, zee brother.
throwback picture: halloween circa 199something.

There has not been a time in my life where I haven't looked up to my brother. Don't get me wrong, my brother has done a lot of extremely dumb, and i mean dumb things. I can't tell you how many beer pong and flip cups games I have cleaned up after, or how many bags of beer cans I threw away, or how many rugs I washed after parties he threw {all at the young age of 13} just so he wouldn't get yelled at when mom and dad came home from the lakehouse. 
I can't tell you how many "shut up's" and "i'm telling mom's" have been yelled. I can't tell you how many arm punches have been thrown, or how many leg slaps have been slapped. I can't tell you how many "I'm never speaking to you again"have been said. I can't tell you how many tears were cried when I was younger because he looked at me the wrong way {I've always had a flare for the dramatics}. I can't tell you how damaged my ears are from all the Dwight Yocum I had to listen to him sing when I was younger. I can't tell you how damaged my liver is from all the boones farm he bought me when I was just a high schooler. 
{You would think he would have been a better bigger brother and told me to stop drinkin' something so   cheap.} 
I can't tell you how many hours I wasted on having dumb fights and screaming matches instead of conversations and quality time with him. 

But, what I can tell is the following..

There has not been a day where I have not been proud of the man he has become, or the teacher he has become. There has not been a day where I have not been proud to be his little sister. There has not been a day where I remind myself that I'm a lot like him and that's why we tend to agree to disagree. There has not been a day where I know he would do whatever I asked. There has not been a day where has not supported me. There has not been a day where he laughed at me and told me I was being stupid when I needed to be told. There has not been a day where we can laugh and joke about something so small.
But, most importantly, there has not been a day where he has not been my biggest fan without having to say he is my biggest fan.

My brother isn't the vocal type, he has never been and will never be. I use to get so angry at him for never telling me he was proud of me or accepted me. But, I realized, that's just who Bryan is. I know Bryan doesn't always {and by always I mean 9 times out of 10} understand why I do things the way I do them, but, I know he supports me and loves me know matter what, and that is why he is the greatest brother a girl could have. 
I know a lot of times he actually would like to grab me by the shoulders and shake me and say "KELSEY STOP DOING THIS AND GROW UP!" 
But, he doesn't. He let's me grow up and learn from my mistakes and just shakes his head, and even when he ends up being right he never says I told you so. 
I know at the end of day he will be me in my corner without any hesisitation because that's just what big brothers do, and I'm oh so lucky to have him in my corner.

Happy Birthday Bryan, I love you beyond words.
I hope your day is filled with joy and happiness.

p.s I'm sorry I dropped the ball on getting your gift the day of and you had zero golf balls for golf league yesterday...I'm a shitty little sister.


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