I love my little siblings. Their little, their crazy, their cute and their super annoying. Just a little bit of each to make the perfect balance.
Being an older sibling brings responsibilities...its crazy how much you realize they are watching you when you least expect, and what an influence you are on their lives. When my older brothers moved out one by one, I missed them like crazy....even though (hate to admit this) I couldn't wait for them to leave when I was younger. Now I wish those days had never ended and all I have left is the memories.
When my little brothers and sisters get older, I want them to remember what a fun person I was, like I remember my brothers. Even if it means risking a cold and sleeping outside, or squatting around a campfire roasting marshmallows, bike rides in the evenings, picnics at lunchtime, or dressing up in feathers an painting your face while running around a creek bed, screaming like am Indian.
The admiration that comes from your little brother or sister for you is overwhelming. Angel-Leah was watching me quietly across the dinner table today and blurted out "Your probably the best sister in the world, you know." I hope she wasn't joking. Luke looked up at me with his squinty, brown eyes the other day and said, "When I get big I am going to come pick you up in my car and take you out to dinner, just me and you, and we can talk." That melted my heart. Brother/sister dates are the best.
I just love 'em.
"In the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips." ~Author Unknown