Every girl needs a big brother...
I only have one big brother. His name is Chris, and I don't get to see him as much as I would like. I miss him, and think of him often.
I was looking at family pictures today and realized how lucky I am to have a big brother. Especially MY big brother. Chris is a hard worker, and determined to suceed. He is a kind, patient, loving, and spiritual man. He would do anything for anyone, and would never complain. Chris reminds me of my mom, so loving and kind to everyone he meets, and always willing to share his time. I love him and I am glad that I have him to look up to. I wish we were able to see each other more, and I wish I was able to tell him more often how much I love him.
2 comments:
Hey Lizzie,
You are way too nice. I am sure my memories of being a mean big brother are not inaccurate. Anyway, thanks very much.
I remember waking up one morning for school and getting in the shower before everyone else, as usual. There was a note hanging on the shower handle to me from you. It was simple. It just said something like, "I love you." I remember thinking, "Has she forgotten everything I've done?"
Thanks for being a good little sister. I only have five, you know.
I love you too.
And Happy Anniversary!
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