Day 5- Siblings

I'm all off on the days here, but what the heck, it's MY blog so MY rules right?  Right.

Siblings.  I have one brother.  My baby brother.  Baby as in entering his almost maybe but not quite mid 20's in a few weeks here.

I remember several things about when he was born, but not exactly him.  I remember him being a baby at home and him laughing and rolling around.  I was like, four, and I would play this game with him where I acted like I was going to roll him up into a ball and I would say, of course, "I'm going to roll you up into a ball" and he would laugh and laugh.  A good, big belly laugh.
At some point in our childhood he realized he didn't have to listen to me.  Things went down hill for us, but quickly picked up when I realized he had a sense of humor.  He is really funny.  David is one of the few people that can make me laugh when terrible things are happening around me.  Like when I am feeling sad he will say something so comforting like, "Do you know you're the only one crying?"  Or when I am sick, "It's all in your head, get over it."

Sarcasm aside, his sarcasm makes me laugh.  He's the one who inspired me to start the blog to begin with.  I said "I'm going to start a blog" and he replied "no one will read it".  I set out to prove him right, which is why I only have TWO followers!

David has the unique ability to tell people like it is while making you laugh.  Which is good, because sometimes you need people in your life to be honest with you and you also need compassion.  He's got compassion.

Let's get more serious.  I had surgery when I was 15, it was an emergency, and I don't want to get into details, but my brother was there for me.  I could tell he was really worried about me.  He was only ten or eleven at the time.  He was there before they took me back and shortly after I woke up.  At home, because it was extremely difficult for me to sit up, walk, etc. he helped bring me food, water, and just basically helped take care of me.

When baby M was born he was up for 24 hours.  He worked a morning shift and then came to the hospital multiple times, giving his sleep to see his nephew.  He was one of the first people besides Wade and myself to hold baby M.  David helped us with baby M too, staying up with us late into the night, early in the morning to help, keep us company, and tell jokes.  

He is loving.  He tells Wade that he is the brother he never had, and he means it.

David is a hard worker.  He sets a goal and is determined to meet it.  He balances his work with fun.  He balances everything with humor.  Love you David.  You're the best brother and friend I could ask for.