Little Brother, Little Baby

My brother Garrett and I have always been close.

Well, we didn't really have a choice.

There was only the two of us for 13 years and anytime we ever started to fight, my mom would lecture us on how

lonely her childhood was

because she didn't have any brothers or sisters at home and how we are not allowed to fight because we were

lucky to have each other.

We usually responded with a

few eye rolls

and one last

sneaky punch.

I was the typical oldest child and poor G had to put up with a crazy big sister who was

bossy

a tad bit controlling

center of attention

and always telling him what to do.

For the most part, he was a perfect little brother because he was

so laid back

so dang nice to me

(although I rarely deserved it.)
loyal

funny

(get him going with his impersonations and accents-

you'll laugh until you want to throw up- I'm serious.)

a freakin' awesome cook- with style

friendly to everyone

just a pretty perfect little brother

I guess my mom was right (eye roll)...

I was lucky to have him.

For the last 3 days I have been at the hospital with Garrett & Brooke. Spending so much time with him has reminded me what a great brother he is. He is doing such a good job taking care of Brooke & taking care of Bradley. He splits time between the NICU and Brooke's room. He's had late nights and early mornings. And when I tell him he's doing a good job, he only says,

"I wish I could do more."

As I watch him with taking care of this

new little baby

I find myself thinking

someday I'm going to have to tell Baby Bradley

how lucky he is

that

my little brother

is his dad.

Congratulations G!

I am so proud of you and so excited for you.

Now let's just get him better so that you can take him home.