It's hard to believe my little brother turns 18 today, which means he's not so little anymore. Well, technically he hasn't been that little for a long time since he has always been a lot bigger than me in size. I don't mean just size in physique, but also the capacity of his heart to be so giving and nurturing, despite unfavorable circumstances he has been put through. We definitely fought a lot when we were younger. Since we're only two years apart, we always thought we could take the other on and challenge each other in everything. But he usually let me win (although I hate to admit he allowed his defeat). That's why I love him.
The last birthday I spent with him was two years ago when my parents were living in Georgia and it was just me and him. I did my best to give him everything he wanted, but he asked for so little it made it a bit difficult for me to asses if I had done enough. Sometimes he acts like a brat but that's only because he's still growing up and learning life lessons. Other than that, he has never been spoiled and never asks to be. (When someone is so modest, how can you resist wanting to give him more than he desires?) That's why I love him.
Some may say that I've never really celebrated Valentines Day the traditional way --with that significant other. But my brother has always been my significant other... the one other person who makes me want to be a better person myself and help him be better as well. That's why I love him.
Happy 18th birthday James. You're a big boy now, but you will always be my little brother. And I will always love you.
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