Today my sibling turns 25 years old. Wow... seriously, that can only mean two things. 1) I feel old. 2) I should feel old as his birthday always starts the next cycle of 5 years between us. Turning 30 kind of terrifies me a little, which I'm sure is an appropriate and normal reaction. I guess I'm not where I thought I'd be at 30. When I was a kid, I thought everyone was married with children by 30. Key word in the previous sentence obviously is "kid." Yes, I know that's not realistic... and quite honestly, I don't know if I'll ever marry. Enough about me though. This post is about my sibling.
I'm sure I haven't always been the best big sister in the world... but it's hard being the older sibling. I've had to watch out for him since we were kids-- and even though he's grown, I still feel responsible and that I need to push him. Could it be that this is because I'm totally OCD, golden child, type A personality, perfectionist? Sure... all of those are probably true to some degree. I just want to see him succeed and push himself because he can do and be anything he wants to be in the world.
I'm blessed and lucky to have grown up with such a wonderful sibling. We definitely ganged up on my parents more than once when we were little. We still share secrets that only siblings could share. He now lives in another state... although with my relocation to the east coast--at least we're not quite as far from each other as we were when I was living in California.
Here are a few childhood pictures... welcome, little sib, to the QoaCC (quarter of a century club). Now you are old.
XOXO
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| We go sledding... |
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| And bake brownies together... |
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| Hunt for Easter eggs... |
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| Share morning smiles... |
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| Go trick-or-treating together... as devils... |
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| and we go on vacation. |
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