Do you have a big brother?
I do. And as much as I’ve tried to hide it for most of my life, (it’s just a kid sister kinda thing, I think) I’ve always looked up to him. (Shhhhhh…. don’t tell.)
See, my brother, Christian, is the fun kind. In our house, growing up, we used to have family dinners together every night. You know.. the no cell-phone allowed (uhh… ’cause there WEREN’T any back then) and no TV on (’cause what was there to watch ANYWAY) kind? And I’ll never forget how my brother used to tell jokes and funny stories every night, keeping all of us (my parents, my little sister and me) in stitches throughout the entire meal.
And even though he liked to practice his American Self Defense moves on me every now and then… and even though he had ridiculously good aim whilst throwing a random snowball in my direction here and there… and EVEN though I used to almost pee my pants, running for my life from him, being chased around the dining room table while my parents were out grocery shopping for the evening (wull, ok… maaaaaaybe I was gifted in the areas of “instigation” and “intentional annoyance”)… I STILL thought he was IT, ya know?
My brother is one of the kindest, humblest, selfless people I know. And he’s always had a heart for sticking up for and taking care of the “underdog” in this life.
I’ll never forget the day he came home FIGHTING mad when one of the “popular” jerks (sorry, but this guy sorto’ deserves it) at school picked on and physically hurt one of the special needs kids my brother was friends with who had worked up the courage to try out for the baseball team. I thought my brother was gonna LOSE it on the guy. (And I won’t lie… I might have been ok with that for just a second or two.)
After high school, my brother worked for Autistic Services, watching over special needs people who lived in group homes. He was one of the few and far between who actually cared about these guys… who was INTO helping them and making their lives just a little more comfortable.
And then he went on to become a nurse. (Personally, I think he’s addicted to helping people.) In fact, he’s been a psych nurse for a while now, and he’s just recently started a website, holisticpsychnurse.com, and Facebook page, Holistic Psych Nurse, blogging about holistic therapies which can complement modern mental health treatment. (Told you he’s addicted.)
He’s one o’ the good guys. Always has been. Always will be. And I love him.
So I made him a cake I knew he’d be into on his 40th birthday. Like I said, he’s not flashy, and he can’t STAND it when too much attention is turned to him… so I kept it simple. He loves his garden… and he grew tomatoes, strawberries, hops (he’s particularly proud of those, I think) and lemon balm this year, so I thought he might like to see the “fruits” of his labor (or a little bit sweeter version of them, anyway) up on top of his cake.
He did. He smiled BIG when he saw it… and it’s really quite scary how much I like my big brother’s smile. Something about it just makes me melt.
Always has… always will. Xx
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