My Brother

Being pretty on the inside means you don't hit your brother and you eat all your peas- that's what my grandma taught me. ~Lord Chesterfield

My brother and my nephew

Yesterday was my brothers birthday. He is five years older then I am. Throughout my life we have always been close, even though we fight sometimes. A lot can be said about having an older brother. He was my best friend growing up. He always played with me even when he didn't want to.

I remember one time when I was 8 or 9 years old. We were riding bikes together. He was trying to teach me how to hop a curb. Two pretty girls were walking by. I tried to hope the curb, flipped head first over my handle bars and really hurt myself. I started crying and he got really embarrassed. He tried to make me get up and be quiet so the girls would quit starring. Needless to say, we ended up riding our bikes as far and fast as we could from those girls because he was so embarrassed.

I could go on and on about stories growing up with my brother. Nothing could ever replace the bond that him and I have.

Yesterday was also my youngest nephew, Santana, birthday.

Santana and Liam- Liam 1 wk old.