Both me and my little sister (who was 11 at the time) considered him our own. We fought over whose bed he would sleep in, argued over who would change his diapers, debated on who could make him laugh most when he fussed. My mom had to put her foot down quite often to remind both of us she was the actual mother.
As the years went by, all three of us (my mom, sister and I) still vied for his attentions. The lucky kid was swarmed with attention and love that has probably scarred him to this day.
Even after my sister and I began having children of our own, we still very much considered Jeff like the sibling to our kids.
Well, two years ago (when he was eighteen years old) we sent him on a two year voluntary mission for our church. He has been serving in the Lansing, Michigan area. It's been a strange two years without my little bro in my life. Sure we wrote to each other every week, and spoke twice a year on the phone, but it's been very different without his spunk, his humor, his joie de vivre. But he's been really good at sending us pictures of the beautiful Michigan scenery and people:
This Wednesday he's coming home. Which makes it one of the best weeks of my life! I am so excited.
Anything awesome going on for you this hot summer week?