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Jun. 2nd, 2006 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liptonrm_backupToday is the Big Lug's Birthday. Happy Birthday little brother!
In honor of the day:
The Big Lug is 2 years and 10 days younger then I am, hence there isn't a memory in my head that doesn't have him connected to it in some way, shape, or form, especially during my childhood. When we were kids we did everything together, had the same friends, watched the same tv shows. When I was finally allowed to ride around the block without adult supervision he was allowed the same privilege, when I got to drive the tractor at the cottage he got to drive the tractor at the cottage. It wasn't like he was tagging along or anything like that, he was just always there and that was okay.
As we got older it turned out that we are completely different people in a lot of ways. I'm a nerd who would rather spend time reading a book and he's a social butterfly who always has to be around people and doing things, he's a conservative and I'm a liberal, I got good grades in english and he got good grades in math. Shoot, for the one year we were in high school together he refused to talk to me, his buddy Adam would come up and ask for money but my own brother didn't acknowledge my existence and I was okay with that, I understood that he wanted to make his own way, and, truthfully, we didn't have much reason to interact.
However, the ways in which we are similar outweigh our differences. We both have a tendency to overanalyze emotional situations, we're both introspective, and we both have a deep and stubborn loyalty to the people and things that mean the most to us. Some of my best memories are the late night chats he and I have had, the times when he really opens up and lets me know what's going on in his head and how he's really doing. I'm his big sister and his confessor and his own personal advice columnist. He's my little brother and I would do anything for him.
He went from being a fun kid to a surly adolescent to a fun-loving, startlingly mature adult. One minute he'll be confessing to me about how shy he is and the next minute he'll walk into a social situation and be the magnet to which everyone in the room is drawn. He's a great guy and I'm proud of him and I love him more then I can ever say. Happy Birthday, brother. I'm the luckiest sister in the world.
In honor of the day:
The Big Lug is 2 years and 10 days younger then I am, hence there isn't a memory in my head that doesn't have him connected to it in some way, shape, or form, especially during my childhood. When we were kids we did everything together, had the same friends, watched the same tv shows. When I was finally allowed to ride around the block without adult supervision he was allowed the same privilege, when I got to drive the tractor at the cottage he got to drive the tractor at the cottage. It wasn't like he was tagging along or anything like that, he was just always there and that was okay.
As we got older it turned out that we are completely different people in a lot of ways. I'm a nerd who would rather spend time reading a book and he's a social butterfly who always has to be around people and doing things, he's a conservative and I'm a liberal, I got good grades in english and he got good grades in math. Shoot, for the one year we were in high school together he refused to talk to me, his buddy Adam would come up and ask for money but my own brother didn't acknowledge my existence and I was okay with that, I understood that he wanted to make his own way, and, truthfully, we didn't have much reason to interact.
However, the ways in which we are similar outweigh our differences. We both have a tendency to overanalyze emotional situations, we're both introspective, and we both have a deep and stubborn loyalty to the people and things that mean the most to us. Some of my best memories are the late night chats he and I have had, the times when he really opens up and lets me know what's going on in his head and how he's really doing. I'm his big sister and his confessor and his own personal advice columnist. He's my little brother and I would do anything for him.
He went from being a fun kid to a surly adolescent to a fun-loving, startlingly mature adult. One minute he'll be confessing to me about how shy he is and the next minute he'll walk into a social situation and be the magnet to which everyone in the room is drawn. He's a great guy and I'm proud of him and I love him more then I can ever say. Happy Birthday, brother. I'm the luckiest sister in the world.
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