|Holly, Carey, Corey & Heather...blessed.|
My brother Corey and I are only 5 years apart in age. Today almost being 34 and him being 29...5 years seem so trivial. But when you are 5 and you have a new baby brother...well that's BIG! That's show n' tell material. That's a "baby doll" to play with. And I did.
|I'm 5, he's 1 :)|
|28 and 33 :)|
Like the day we were all working in the strawberry patch (sounds so Little House on the Prairie...in reality it was the only thing we could grow...haha!) Mom had the rototiller roaring, was unable to hear a thing, including the announcement I was trying to make that Corey had dropped a serious bomb in his diaper. So, naturally I decided to take matters into my own hands and haul this kid inside for a diaper change. It was simple. Carry him inside, brave the stairs, and lift him onto the counter top and change the STINKY diaper. But I concluded quickly that I needed better leverage. Being nose level with the atomic bomb was not a good situation. So thank goodness we were behind on laundry! I suppose typically any family of 6 usually is. I moved the pile of laundry in front of the vanity, stepped up onto the heaping pile of dirty clothes and now had easy access to his poppy bum. Bada bing bada boom. Clean diaper, mom uninterrupted, and big sister feeling pretty important.
|mom and her boy|
These moments were priceless and I realized that immediately when I went off to college. The little brother that I thought I couldn't wait to get away from became the person I missed the most. Corey continued to remind me from time to time that he was still the "little" brother, like the night he decided to pull a cruel prank and slid into the end of my bed while I was in the bathroom, only to grab my ankle as I crawled in...sending me into a fury of fear. I shrieked. He laughed. Proving once again, I was the big sister and he was the little brother.
Truly the stories are endless and they will continue to be because God had a plan when he created families...when he created big sisters and little brothers. Today we bike at the gym, grab coffee and just "chat it up" as we like to say at Prince Street Cafe, or sing on Sunday mornings together. Over the years this little brother has now become a husband and a father, and an amazing one at that. A little while back we drove Corey and Malia, his oldest, to the airport to board a plane for California to join Carrie, Noa and the rest of her family for Christmas. As we pulled away, I glanced back through the cloud of exhaust and saw my little brother standing there on the curb with HIS little girl and I wondered...how had this happened so quickly? How had we all grown up so fast? Weren't we just watching Saved By the Bell together last week? I'm beginning to believe that times does "fly", which reminds you to cherish the past, embrace the future, but live for today.
And growing up isn't all that bad. As you grow up you realize that all the things you thought you loathed you actually loved. It's been ALL LOVE...ALL the time for my little brother.
You are an inspiration to me Corey. If someone asked me to describe you in 6 words or less I would without a doubt say..." A man after God's own heart."
I love you. Happy Birthday!
|Corey & Noa napping at Raystown Lake|
|Corey and his beautiful wife Carrie|
|...another nap, but with Malia :)|
|now that's one cool dad...he had a pretty good example :)|